The Ashes of Humanity

November 12, 2015

I stand among scattered ashes of humanity

My heart beats with the rythmn of the digital age.

These eyes reflect imploding constellations

Two feet tread the boulevard of broken dreams.

They never told me people were poison

This I've had to discover on my own.

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