Cityscapes,
skeletons,
taking shape and growing skin,
layer and layer is peeled away.
From the repetition of always needing to rebuild,
worn down faces in colorful barren places.
City lights and skylights cutting home our working minds,
talking us into a distorted sound,
suppressing the outside sounds of relentless consciousness.
Consciousness is contemplated to reign,
that slays with the setting sun,
tears of total
empathy,
preaching our shadow with smoke,
endlessly coming undone.
I never thought that I could withstand
falling short when I'm a broken man,
you never knew
how much I'm in debt.
