Juxtaposition

Life includes

Most of the time

Things in between

Rooms that

Are made for

Movement,

People perfect strangers

Passes by

On their way to obliteration

They are here just like you

Existing in perfect juxtaposition

To themselves like mirrors

For the sun

There are no message and plenty of messages

In this order

Contemplative Self Destruction

Here we are in this dirty place

The people that we are

Are the ones we hated yesterday

We despise ourself

Because in our own eyes

We are failures

Creatures not worth living

We thought that we had

All the answers but this is not the case

We are losers

Soon dead

Leaving the world

To be destroyed

By the more successful

Of our stupid spices