Like a sinking ship, dimly lit,
Twilight’s skied canvas lurks.
Every minute is a tick,
Like lost love’s passion gurgling.
In the frozen halls of time,
Black and white is memory.
A ripple waltzes thin,
Mosquitoes eye a place to sit.
Like a sinking ship dimly lit,
Twilight’s skied canvas lurks.
The world moves in dog and bone,
We the alienated have lost our voices,
Initiating cat calls.
Sneering voices echo with glee,
While your tears tell their stories.
And if you talk too loud,
Social eyeballs transform,
To killer electrifying sockets.
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