Aftermath

It’s funny; no matter how many times you could look at paint

It still bleeds all the same

people try to coat their comfortable lives with a convincing dye
blissfully aware of the pain it hides
not that they couldn’t see their suffering with their own eyes

Rapture from death
People falling down into the depths
separated from their once human breath
they sacrificed their visage for the luxury they met

Epilogue:

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