

Time lost days.The whispers of poets linger in the backward steps of thought, No time for tears as solace betrays the meeker of sets, We speak of things to elevate us to a higher pretentiousness, Killing off the dreams we feel that we can no longer live, Sense of purposelessness drained by insignificance,Time lost days.
The more that time passes; we continue though days unseen, Unable to discern differences between yesterdays, Criticize all the fears that wrap you in the darkness, We see nothing streaming away like water though hands, Punishments handed out by choices, with no sense of penance.
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Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before.
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Tired and lonely. Sitting and staring
Weak and filthy. No longer caring
Wasting to nothing. The rubble of you
Hoping for something. Poison where love grew
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