The walls of existance

 walls have collected water
The plaster is falling away like cake 
paint flakes romantically stuck
Age is god that laughs itself back into life
After giggling itself to death

You can dig out the rot
replace it with new material
paint over it again
facades bipedal facades

straw shaped minds
sugar and opiate
passion and meaning
The decorated lounge of love

giggling ourselves to death
In colors we explode into
emotions we glue ourselves to
a pocket full of savory wrong conclusions
a simple book on existance

glittered with tangy fantasy
stuck roughly on the cake batter
to hide the holes that have been forming