The gleam of metal sunrises
hinder our sightless views,
illuminating glorious disasters.
So bright, so bright.

The mid-morning shine of the platinum dawn
erases the dented emotions of guilt
left by our elegant collisions on the path of destruction.
So sweet, so sweet.

Lackluster smiles meet sanguine lies
as the refreshing acid rain keeps our
triumphs from rusting to a dull orange-y red.
So shiny, so shiny.

Until the lamenting noon-light corrodes
our truths to a fine chrome dust and the
arch-bishop cries mercury tears from laughing.
So ironic, so ironic.

The world is finally bright and shiny like we wanted it,
Dad, why aren't you smiling like the sun?
Why do you look like mommy moon,
so tragic, so tragic?

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I'm thinking of drawing an image to go with this, but I kind of doubt I have the skill, ahahha. And to me it feels like one image wouldn't cut it, because to me each stanza brings a different images. I'm actually interested to see if anyone sees the same things as I do when I read this. So if you would, comment or message me to tell me what you see? I'd appreciate it : D