A quaint little town Far, Far away Where apathy reigns And night leaks across day. Angels in cages Labelled: “Sunny Suburbia” Bleached by tragedy, Drenched in forced euphoria. Scraping pain Off scarlet wrists, The brave ones fight With blades, not fists. The silent war Behind picket-fence Rages on Lost to irrelevance. Soldiers muted With straight-jacket […]

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