"Temporary Relief"

on the spot

"Temporary Relief"

                          

Bring in the ruptured, tattered, tainted and depressed.

All together as one mockery, the faces of failure.

Maybe, drinking our pain away, together, faded.

We'll see the lights, dark and faltered, running through the tunnels, trailing a distance of 200 mph.

A group of Caucasians, neon-blue, glowing orbs, exploding, we open our eyes to the real and unfiltered. 

Kiss me slowly, open up my wounds, one last time.

Drowning me in this euphorically, exquisite glass bottle.

Making me numb, these fingertips have blood, the ones I have shed.

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