056. Nothing Else Moves In The Street Poem by Jaden Knight

Nothing else moves in the street
as I stumble back home
bleeding from a chest wound
bathed in light
but shadowed in darkness

They say life is like a TV
full of moving pictures
until it dies
no feelings registered
none shown to exist

Sick of the lies
shunning everything away
how much shit is needed to be said
before the truth is realized

Bored of conspiracy
plotting against all
upsetting the balance
of this mucked up world

Even when we die
no deception needed
I’ll leave my body in the gutter
just adding to the rubbish
in this world
that is known as reality