Brood Mood

Can we stand next to ourselves
Breathing stale air like no tomorrow
Correlate sad to incapability
Shame is not a thing in us today

Can we stand behind our shadows
Hiding blunt like bed-sheet ghosts
Present dream status as reality
Price in selling out is our nightly soirée

Can we stand up against the snakes
Charming eyes with slither smiles
Uncover fabrication or feed off it
Tricky bite thumb at tongue-in-cheek play

Can we stand to tarry longer lost
Thinking toxic thought clouds to death
Shelter what remains as heretic
Pudding proof receipt of what we have slain


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