corrogated dreaming

darkness like a veil
darkness like silencing, a closed door
dim light reveals dirty truths
phantoms haunt unsung youth
didn’t do a damn thing
but we couldn’t let the birds sing

do you ever feel two-dimensional?
alone in your room, feed existential
flame by throwing fistfuls
of gasoline

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