Tonight
rejected rainbows
pretend
to live in
sullen shadows of
abandonment
A masquerade of
criminal children
disposing of themselves
in their
unequipped
fashion
the only way
they know
Tomorrow
zombie zealots
collapse
and hide from
scalding sunlight in
remorse
A masquerade of
broken souls
disposing of themselves
to seal their
fate
as ghosts
the only way
they cry
Warehouse Blues
There’s a world that, for the most part, remains hidden. Well, maybe not hidden so much as ignored or simply overlooked. Perhaps misunderstood. After exposure to this underworld, I’ve found it impossible to ignore.