Rabbit Hole

Is it too late for us to return?
Our senses numbed with the constant growing shades of grey
Washing away into an ocean of data
Over processed minds and under processed hearts
Work for the green and eat personal destruction
The machine eating our hopes and dreams
of everything free
Our eyes burning with a swelling fire of tedium
Dancing in fields of metallic roses
our wings a formless dust
Burnt to ash
Love but a choking whisper on a latex smile
A wonderland of lucrative agenda
follow the rabbit hole into the maw of the automaton
Drink the toxin to escape the pain we sow
Ambient fluid dripping from our fingers
we will sleep in graves of stale pressurized air
Never returning to harmony

Down they fall,
drop the bombs


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