We are a species afflicted.
Diseased with melancholera,
We race to the nearest shopping mall
For a quick fix and a neon high.
It's Vegas in your hand,
It's sex and wealth and access,
It's watching the world get undressed
And for a second, you feel it all.
A second,
And it's gone.
Back to the shroud of numb.
Written October 2011. Alaina Perez.
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