It's Dystopia BabyA Poem by icelandicblue
I am your Dystopian girl
got a black leather vest here at the bottom of the world, wearing shades so I can't see the decline. I stand in the dark and wait for nothing under this rusted and broken street lamp. Heat from crowded streets and hustling alleys keeps the blood moving in my veins for now. Lament if you need, cry if you want buy into the creed, it's Dystopia baby that we made by hand with our friends we like to call misery and disease. We're always looking for someone else to step up to the plate but the early bird special is apathy baked. It's Dystopia baby, wake up and smell the decay. © 2014 icelandicblueReviews
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Added on December 2, 2014Last Updated on December 5, 2014 AuthoricelandicblueBostonAboutI do not accept any new friend requests unless we have read and commented on each others poetry. No exceptions. I have enough homework as it is. I expect reciprocity in our exchanges. Read my work and.. more..Writing
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