Sobering

Junk:

White horse gallops through steel shafts
which pierce your flesh
. . . . punctures your vein
and tunnels into bloodstream    

(This is you)

Your eyes slowly close
. . . . your body dangles
and your gentle casualties
slip through the fingers of an uneven god.

Your body sways into excess
your mind drifts away like a white leaf
trailing along the tops of a slow moving stream,
and all that holds you back 
is hypnotized by your synthetic paradise.

You cannot depend on this kingdom you live in.
There are too many shattered windows

 . . . . Some, which were broken from those who try to get in
. . . . and others, which were shattered
from those who scream to get out.

(This is you)

Still screaming
Still playing the victim
Still lost in the insanity

. . . . of your pincushion paradise

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