Epitaph & Empathy from Gilded Prayer by David Lindstrom

Alone and lost in M.O.A.
Realizing their floors actually don’t fade
Their pristine wax shimmers like light off a placid lake

And all the models I walk by
Wearing unworn clothes with cocaine eyes
Wide stares zippered glistening smiles

I just keep looking down
Anxious eye contact makes me sick
Gently hum, peruse the piles of plastic

What am I doing here
What am I looking to buy
Some enemy to define myself against
I can’t even hate this place
I can’t even hate this place

I know it’s hard
Feeling like
You’ve outlived yourself
I know it’s hard
Feeling so lost
All the time

Dwarfed by its cavernous halls
Drowned out by footsteps, aimless calls
Thin fluorescent light and fluoride air

I know it’s hard
Feeling like
You can’t trust yourself
I know it’s hard
Feeling anxious
All the time

I know it’s hard
Feeling like
You don’t own yourself
I know it’s hard
Feeling sold to
All the time

I know it’s hard
Feeling like
You’ve don’t know yourself
I know it’s hard
Feeling angry
All the time

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