Generation Dead
By Mark Miller 09/12/2017
Question mark remarks-
Remnants remain same
Mixed up in shame
Conditions existence speaks,
Of lucid transcendence
Not I he states am fearful in dark
He could be blame
Creator of still hate-
Style of grace wears self in haste
Home is a place of hours strife grief
Strangers in masks fakes fracture face
Nobody welcomes the Judas,
Hone pretender, He
Lies alone in eternal state Graves
Should he deny-
Or should I stay-
Distant pictures carry our portrayal
Invisibility devides disappearance,
Where a child plays games,
Of yesteryear's tears
O many times betrayed
Forsaken longs to belong,
In him-towards me
Telephonic ghosts wade through ,
Our bleeding hearts death
Then wait for cost in nothingness
For simplicity springs the wanting
When hope shatters Stained Class-
And life begins upon fool's shadow
Carving a person of rust filled diamonds
Under selves puddle arrangement ,
Opens anew surrender of truth in trust
Laying down in final shallows deep
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