have they already?
in their twisted
amalgemantion
it hurricaned into
a pillar of ambition,
roaring out in wild
fevor and corrupt passion;
your vision rung as
if your eyes would pop,
and your heart would
stop. Barely able to yell
past yourself stop.
please stop.
your dreams;
will they live on before you? have they already?
kenopsia
n. the eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that's usually bustling with people
but is now abandoned and quiet—a school hallway in the evening, an unlit
office on a weekend, vacant fairgrounds—an emotional afterimage that makes
it seem not just empty but hyper-empty, with a total population in the negative,
who are so conspicuously absent they glow like neon signs
amalgemantion
it hurricaned into
a pillar of ambition,
roaring out in wild
fevor and corrupt passion;
your vision rung as
if your eyes would pop,
and your heart would
stop. Barely able to yell
past yourself stop.
please stop.
your dreams;
will they live on before you? have they already?
kenopsia
n. the eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that's usually bustling with people
but is now abandoned and quiet—a school hallway in the evening, an unlit
office on a weekend, vacant fairgrounds—an emotional afterimage that makes
it seem not just empty but hyper-empty, with a total population in the negative,
who are so conspicuously absent they glow like neon signs
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