Heart pained passions fly to dusk,
Hide them here, all but there,
Tell me dear, what’do I hear?
Naught a word, silent tears.
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And where might you reside,
Within these clouds-
Trapped in time you bide,
Or sincerely passed, and gone?
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Broken pencil tips, whispering lips,
Hearts ablaze, and hearts destroyed;
Things I’d muse, confide in you,
If, misconstrued, their pact prevailed:
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In the open crowd, a cavalcade of faces,
A minority in the menagerie; his prison,
And on his brow a quake, a quiver,
Behind those eyes the dams of depression,
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In screaming silence, minds will shatter
And bleed dry the terror of a thousand hearts;
In silence our minds will lock, will warp—
Silence will scream a thousand secrets
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In a tragically special superior,
A tired that sleep can never undo.
I’m tired of stress, anxiety, fear,
Sick of the sarcasm that’s laced with lies,
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Down once more, slowly seep,
Brittle bones, the weakened knee
While thick in clouds, all around,
The darkness rips a grimace firm.
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I think in all the world we’ve always doubted,
Why—why we were put here, painless, powerless,
And growing brighter in the world of soreness,
Lashed by lies, illudes, bluffs and betrayals.
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