krypton lights,
gleaming on the skyscraper skyline
of the metropolis that
is slowly coming into being.
and now your detox dreams are all we have left to invision.
the decay of society--
difficult to comprehend, but purely radioactive;
creating
lonely alpha particules
and the modern day masterpiece of your mind.
the age of hands, whether warmed or wound, is over.
whether you like it or not.
naught but fever dreams in the whites of your eyes,
no longer there; instead
it's trapped
with you
in the jaws of the concrete jungle beast.

A/N: new pearl jam out, anyone heard it lately?