As loneliness pours from my eyes, my heart is being
squeezed to death in sorrow.
Forgetting to fulfill life, death stalks slowly,
creating it's accident.
Tell-tale signs of broken dreams being thrown onto
heaps of garbage, waiting to be buried.
Sending out signals of breathless sorrow, anger
builds itself gently inside.
Setting up walls, purposefully keeping hurt away,
lying deadened in shadows of life, not wishing to
be found.
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