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Thursday, 22 November 2018

Why?



Why disguise the cry
why deny the goodbye
why rely on the ever changing lies?

Dark offers solitude, to be left alone
for outward bound, I'm a pilotless drone
hollow presences that surround, are my eventual clones.

Day after day I see, the dust fall from my bones
night after night I hear, the empty figures, continuous groans
now I can't fall asleep, without, those painful tones.