FROM MY ATTIC
from my attic I see it all the way human has built its wall reeking of nauseating foul smell hatred is genuine, I can tell tell me it’s a dream, so I can dwell I see hope dashed and promises failed genuine love told like a tale thorny hand used in patting a back beautiful skin but laced with marks runaway pilferer leaving no tracks from my attic I see it all the whole world shaking to fall human don’t deserve this breathe all we are keen about is wealth no one cares even if humanity melts brothers maiming others for luxury faked humility only seen in abject penury the love we share is optional genuine hugs are conditional kisses are corrosive and not medicinal from my attic I hid every events is like live feed the real world has long been over what’s left is just a roll-over we are all in a huge hangover @talk2leigh (X & insta) 6:53am...
