Suffocation is the only way to illustrate a hidden identity.
We mention the masks we all wear but we never say how they are airtight.
The lack of air that kills our breath is like the lack of light that kills our individuality
Gone are the things that distinguish us. gone are ourselves.
Fear has taken them and held them, prisoner.
Without breath, they turned into corpses
Without light, they turned into darkness.
Destroyed is the smile of the people a mass of despair is the population. Tears are our oceans and drugs are our coast.
Our disdain is what we use to float and our vices are all we own.
Our vices are all we are.
Freedom Is what we seek our search consumes us.
Happiness angers us and love humiliates us.
We choke on our vile hatred and gag on the taste of lust.
Yet we still adore the aroma.
Self-destruction's the most beautiful kind it's slow and covered by the guise of advancement.
It comes from the hidden place in us all.
It comes from our hearts.
It's delicate and desirable until you reach the end.
These are the consequences of hidden identities.
Not the future we want but unavoidable.
This is the outcome of silenced voices.
The outcome of suffocating.
The end that is Extinction
A/n
So this is the first poem I ever wrote and it's not my best but I'm still proud of it.
I hope you enjoy it.
