'TAP! TAP! TAP! ... A minimum disturbance yet a sovereign sound to silence - TAP! TAP! ... The footsteps moved on, heading to rest from the congregation o' chronic drunkards. CREEEEEK! A varicose-veined finger opened the door o' loneliness.
BLAG! A demise to light and the birth of darkness behind the closed door. Too tired to switch on the lights thus sat, observing weirdly the beauty of darkness...
IN THIS LONELY BLOOD-SHOT EYES I'VE SEEN THE FLASHES OF BEFORE - THE TRACES OF MY WAYS THAT SCARED THE ROTTEN LIFE I HAVE NOW... THIS BITTER MOVIE OF MY LIFE THAT HAUNTS ME IN MY TIMES OF LONELINESS, I'VE TRIED THE WAYS TO THROW IT, BUT INSTEAD IT STAYED... AND BEEN STORED IN MY KNOWING -
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