Sick CityA Poem by KatDarknessA few home truths...."God is in the TV" - Marilyn Manson, Rock Is Dead. Another night, another guy, driven mad from deprivation Dies on the side of the street In a pool of vomit, drowning in blood. Scrape up the mess, mop up the blood Or walk past, it doesn't effect you, life or death. Unless they sell you it In the magazines.
Another weekly issue, Popstars getting rich on their "bipolar" Disorders and anorexia that never existed. Feed your addiction through glossy pages Or cocaine, it's all the same When it endorses your brand-name.
New gods are born from the ashes Of incinerated dollar-bills. Drug-garden leaves pave the stairway To heaven. Plastic surgery, pathetic house-wife thrills.
Hypodermic needles, mail-order jesus christ Tell us how to live our lives. Amen. © 2012 KatDarkness |
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1 Review Added on December 31, 2012 Last Updated on December 31, 2012 Tags: sick, city, media, abuse, deprivation, shoot-'em-up AuthorKatDarknessIrelandAboutMy name is Kathy, and I am a psychological horror writer, who enjoys philosophy, psychology, art, writing (duh!) reading books by Stephen King and Karin Slaughter; and writing dark, abstract poetry an.. more..Writing
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