By Silent Decree
Everyone is competing
All views obscured
Another fence, another wall
No space remains
One on top of the other
All trying to be the same
Windows closed, blinds drawn
Trying not to see
Yet wanting recognition
Everything is measured
Especially time lost
Living as a machine
Connections are sought
In mirrored reflections
Easily shattered
Always distorted
Nothing is real
Nothing really matters
Buying in, vibrancy gone
More locked doors
The world is closing in
As the abyss expands
It won’t be long now
Silence marks the end.
-Camille Delaquise