The people and screams. The lies; the dreams.
Shut them out.
The pain, the sorrow. No hope for tomorrow.
Shut them out.
Get away from it.
Turn your back.
Fatigue and dizziness let it come.
Shut out the images that are never done.
The truth of death and evil can be known to the others.
But I will shut them out.
Feeling their fears, crying their tears. Losing the little of me I have left.
Hope, lust, anger, doubt.
Take it away.
Give it away.
I’m shutting them out.
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