Concrete

Have I started dying yet?

(To self:) Stunning flatwork glides beneath your feet; This is all the beauty you need, and it's all you'll get

I am so confused I can't tell if this is coming or going away
I am forming breaklines for the cold

Have they started rolling blackouts yet?
Are the streetlights dead?
You ever see me abuse the man?
You ever see him try?
You ever see me abuse the man?
Watch me

Living for all our hope; The moment is gone
Living for lying; The moment through my eyes
Living for the moment isn't here anymore

I am so confused I can't tell if this is growth or decadence
I am filling forms in the wrong way, feeling time in my face

Filling forms
Filling time
Filling space