This is all exhausted

between tasteless routine and simulated reality. we dance our lives down flashy streets of artificial meaning. [and ruins of consumed emotions]. inhale and fade like the lights. burn down and out to fall asleep wasted. be sure to be safe. be sure to know it all. be sure to be safe. be sure to know what’s right. 
Wrap your heart in dogmatic verses. cite them in your talk. put them on every wall. 
another self-righteous truth in simple lines. appropriate measures for appropriate times. and it feels so right. 
wear this stigma like a crown. don’t think. don’t feel. just choke it down. only to wear this stigma like a crown. and we still are part of this.