Sun 8:56 PM

dead trends, and lost feelings
leave vacant bodies where a man’s soul would be
infatuated by commodities and small talk
washed out love songs, and greeting card cliches
everything can be had, even love, but is it true?
a civilized life is stripped of meaning
I take comfort in knowing I can die
sweet solitude, there’s no place I’d rather be
and no other company I’d rather keep
hiding within myself I find refuge in dreams