Cold water diamonds forged in ice
not fire
Resting on rich black felt
like eyes floating in shadow
watching you from just outside
the edge of perception
recording your sins and victories in equal unfeeling measure
Who is that in the corner
waiting on, but saddened by your arrival?
This city of ghosts
polluted crowded dirty and old
this highway to perdition
this yellow brick road
This box we're in looks just like sky
except it's always shrinking
always getting a little older
Digging into the frozen earth
Earnest vampires just trying to get home
How ridiculous they look
How nostalgic they feel
Someone should let them in on the joke
Love is a shovel
and I'm digging again
trying to find what's left of the fire
an ember flickering in the coming dark.
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