The day the world stood still
I was walking half drunk biding will
My eyes wonder up to read
The tangled trees
Casting shadow-like silhouettes
From people staggering with broken knees
Dropping my glance
The vision stays, as my ears drown
In sound of footsteps that trip and pound
Over angry glass
Laid sprawled, concealing the ground
Born from violence and hollow whims
Angry fights that no one wins
The sun stood still
Darkness looming
Awaiting kill
Reaching not the content moonlight
No- Pathetic fallacy fathoms blight
Human kind, so be it!
Human nature
Will never settle
For a calm gentle night
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