Luminescence: Part 2
In the center of the shadows,
vulgarity is releasing.
Pent up steam under pressure
weight of the whistle screaming.
No more bending over backwards bleeding,
or putting faith in smoke and mirrors
that are always so misleading.
Vulnerable prey, with guts on display
Naive martyrdom, all just to find:
Someone to believe in. Some perfection,
found in the reflection. And smoke,
that you’ll choke on anyway.
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