Everything I Love
Dip your dreams in the slain blood society has poured
In the vampire streets of dying innocence,
Where hoodlums and whores practice gratuitous violence in the soulless city,
Where angels never existed and fallen roses from a lover’s bouquet
Have thorns sharper than razor blades
And mercilessly pierce
Everyone naively moving
To a destiny of eventual extinction;
Families perish beside Christmas trees
In perpetual fragility.
On the eve of disintegration,
Shattered ornaments
Rip into the flesh of unloved children
And empty stockings turn into a hangman’s noose,
Nightmares explode into hopeless minds
With blinding visions of fear,
Everything I hate is real,
And everything I love has disappeared.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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