I'm drowning in a sea of white,
my rebel blood staining the monochromatic undertones of conformity.
I breath in and watch the ice fall from my lips;
that violent sting of spiteful pleasure.
I taint our civility with dangerous words.
I deconstruct my pedestal with every fatal blow.
Behind the curtains of pretention and smog
you forget how you once disagreed.
This double-think reality that bars the minds of all my children,
my faithful foes,
chokes the life out of screaming throats of intellectualism;
Cut into my veins deeper until it runs dry.
Is it braver to die in my saturated pride,
or to sip their reddened ideals and sleep together?
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