Ungainly fingers fumble as we reach for a glistening bag,

Upon hearing the screech of the mass-produced plastic our jowly

Here lies the ending of an era

This eternal place where the daylight

Meets the blinding sun

We all have our share

The Suicide Loop:

Confidence melts away along with the past,

Physically fading decreasing by mass.

Engulfed with dissapointment,

History replete

With group dropouts:

Some despairing,

Some from false hope.

Life is a course

To be full-run.

Romans threatened,

Hence

"Motionless"

Beacuse one isn't

bad enough? that several (two, ten, twenty, two hundred)

also drink the hemlock, the cup of