The decadence of neon
We are just as bad as them. Succumbing to these harsh ritualistic beats
that they reassure us are a form of actual music; weve given in.
Their eyeshadows in shades of high-octane baby blues
and cotton candies luminescing under the ultra-violet bulbs.
They cock back their heads, consuming pills in every shade of the rainbow.
You can see the way they savour its magic, like a stale decadent dessert.
So elegant and playful on the exterior,
yet poisoned enough to render the consumer in fits.
It is this that will be the end of us; complete false naiveté.
These pulsating neons help mask the portrait we portray in the natural world;
along with the materialistic ones weve crafted for ourselves.
These manic smiles of the collective faces mean defeat;
defeat of this reality we were forced into, kicking and screaming.
This means well live to repeat;
with each time after holding the possibility of a cyanide death.
And well go down in neon flames.