Entertainment

Entertainment


All we talk about
is death. We see it
on TV as casual as
sports. It's

empty death, non-heros
suddenly vanished from the script.
We don't live with histories,
only empty-eyed stories.

We say goodbye with
one-syllable whistles
and finger flicks. Blood
is a decoration

that entertains us with
seriousness. We know
how goodbye is a joke
we needn't really tell.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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January 9, 2013 at 10:51 AM
If less people focused on the dark..perhaps there'd be less dark? Light & Love
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