Black
As we sit down with our attention to a sound
That unpleasant noise after a brawl
It’s continued presence as a circled loop
As we attempt to make our start.
As we know
The current medium of exchange
Means nothing
It can be forgotten
We’ve all heard
The old people say that life is arduous.
But we are millennials.
Yes we can take it.
Is the grass greener on the other side?
As the combination of
Sets ours ablaze.
We stand corrected
As this is our hell
Yes, made by ourselves.
With alcoholism, technology and depression
One foot in the Sepulchre
Our Berth.
This is our Tophet.
This is our Tophet.
This is us