the flood

living in line
polluted water ruins my veins
watching houses lives and dreams float away
holding tight to my greed
i'll die before i lose my favorite things
waiting for my next paycheck
the driving force behind my weekly shopping spree
fear is distilling within our well dressed bodies
fear of disassociation rejection
our own reflection
sewage fills my stomach lining
objectified abused
gonna stumble gonna fall
can i survive the darkest chambers of my mind
forced to cringe and shudder at lies i've concealed
degraded into wanting what i don't fucking need
but a good sale is enough to convince me
digusted we all fold