today's tragedy
isn't tomorrows' star.
troubled.
tabernacled.
this is who we are.
justice is not freedom;
pain is but a veneer.
a layer of numbness,
so we persevere.
come out of this projectile,
find yourself a foe.
trust no symbol.
love disguised a whore.
change your perceptions.
bitter like the green fruit with no name.
red like the blood
that tears out of puffy eyelids.
at night.
at day.
when the world is calm.
quiet.
and you are far, far away.
