Over Neon Horizons

Mysterious leviathans
Walking on water
Just faces in the crowd
Under the influence of
Mind altering substances

Brain cycles seeking
Institutionalized revenge
In a doomed
New York minute society
It's a dead man's party
For the men without hats
Dancing to sociopath

Only ghosts lost 
In the cold of the crowd
Will ever know tears 
Are a language
That few understand

Or by watching
A timelapse sunrise
One can shake off
The cemetery blues

As their secret language
Reveals ridiculously subtle
Mushroom cloud foreshadowing
Brought on winds of change
Over neon horizons

Bringing an end and
A new beginning
To a deathcore hipster song
Like a most important chord
The Flatted Fifth

Β©James Dennis Casey IV

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