Society's Space
Don’t let anyone tell you that physics isn’t poetry; the only difference is that for us, the universe is the page on which we spill our souls. — Physicists-need-love-too, 3:57 AM
Safe space is to become
our society like looking outside of dirty mirrors
We claim we're safe behind
doors like we're playing poker just assure
ourselves we can survive in this world
called home.
Seeing blood fill the dance floors
like we're dancing with Lucifer
Playing on the game of chess boards
being dragged into
whimsical arguments of media news
becoming our
bloody wrists.
Hiding behind society’s rich doors
to just get a taste of lust to fill our guts
Society whips us to
serve our country while still waiting for
the dead bodies of our army men
to return like restless souls.
Society has become our tombstones,
and the guns to our heads
But then again when has society
legally been written our mother
on a birth certificate
About the Creator
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