As it is
Plucked from the current of the raceSucking joy, security, peace
bursting shallow
clear
empty
black and white
modern trash
sucking depth
sucking gray matter
hidden in the crevice of eternity
stomped down
sucking earth
meaningless flowers on that abandoned grave
dried and moldy shriveled soul
sucking hope
sucking my air
clouds, smoke, vapors and tears
faster, faster
desperate ash
sucking blood
vein, fat and skin
nails claw
sucking oblivion
and death.
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