The Waking Hours
apocalypse always gets a bad rap
smoking remnants make striking dreamscapes
a letter bomb detonates in my head
REM
weariness stakes a claim
RSVP
happily ever afters leave empty chairs
DOA
the chase culminates with a payoff
stricken awake, limbs contorted
bloodshot badges of battle
the waking hours are for suckers
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