The Electric Fuzzy Halos

I feed on more than you could produce…

It’s never enough…

Give me more right here…

Right now…

More and more and more…

I feel that I need all this to feel real…

I take more, you gave less…

In the end we died on the road side of this twisted reality…

Watching the crows approach – beaks in the attack position…

Lost for words…

It was the “More” that I bled… what I sought and found only the ground…

We all lie here thinking that we are going to make it out a live but in the end….

We all die…

We all bleed the same blood…

the same air…

the same water…

the same money…

But separated by the mind….

die…..

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