red is all we ever see.
dark and light.
sun and moon.
it's just the same.
shadows disappear.
people wearing masks.
made of glass.
with constellations.
it would be a shame.
if you and I were to die.
but still come back alive.
undead to the outer world.
but here.
underground.
we're alive.
disgraced by ourselves.
and time could never know.
that we're misfits.
walking all around.
the grass is black.
and flowers are always dying.
without a single sound.
only the air is breathing.
we live in a world.
that no one ever should.
but it's our home.
our home.
YOU ARE READING
LIVING DEAD
PoetryBook one of 'WHERE NIGHTMARES LIE' 'Down here it always rains. Pouring down while we all sing. A melody that is no good. But we bleed it like we should. Black eyes and we never cry. Why are you so surprised? We're all living lies. Until there is no...
