FRAIL MORALITY

Assume a posture of confidence

Such simple smiles

Fueled by erotic violence

 

Picking at an empty scar

So deep we have fallen so far

Into our desperate thirst filled need

Laughing gently as we bleed

 

Hidden in the shadows of suburban blight

From the helicopters glare our eyes robbed of sight

Tears reflect off the smooth obsidian sky

In silent despair mother hangs her head to cry

Just out reach just out of sight

Her first born claimed by the night

The hunger growing inside

Pushing frail morality aside

 

Assume a posture of confidence

Such simple smiles

Fueled by erotic violence

 

©workingclassproduction.com, 2016

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