found emotions ----

theres just one sip left, may be two at tops,,,
a bright clean, thin crystal bottle with a fraile neck and clear bottom,
i have expired,,,
down here in the trash can amongst other expired products of this society
i am not alone,,, but this darkness of an innocent betrayal has consumed us
filled us up with emptiness,,, and burned us with acidic silence
left us to wonder aimlessly through the neverending corridors of this labirinth
with barricaded exit doors that read EXPIRED
with broken balck and white drawings on the walls of our failed dreams
misfortunate time lines and shatters hopes,,,
alone in the dark we stumble upon each other and run scared
run for the emergency exit which does not exist
our sour contents gettin harder with each breath
each passin second the low ceilins and rough roads
we run so fast we eventually learn to forget what were runnin from
and just continue the escape in a belief that we have expired...