Lost in a labyrinth
of neon & steel,
of wan, faceless beings
in dark smog—concealed
Specters all cloaked in wilt
They lurk beneath the glow
They kiss our pale blue lips
They bloom in pestilence
Sludge seeps from open veins
& cracks of black mirrors
How long until we drown
in a toxic deluge?
How long until our cities
become our tombs?
Miasmic mist rises
from shadowed spires
to choke the skies
& banish the amber dawn
Will our cries forever
echo in rustling leaves?
Or will they be lost
to a silent finality?
Frozen feathers flow
from the wind-swept boughs,
cascading through our dreams
to the nightmarrow
As our lifeblood
turns to ash…
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