Nick Sgandurra


Let The Show Begin...

Silent, still unbroken air, stiff with bitter cold,
I reflect on truths and lies and all that’s left untold.
Corrupted thoughts infest my head, painful visions in my eyes,
A black, clear, moonlit sky, backlit by bleak cold stars,
They give me all the light I need, to see my wretched scars.

Blocking all else out, walking towards a sound,
That I hear within the silence, with not a soul around.
This cloud of thick exhaled steam, from out my blackened lungs,

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