Blackness of blue saddens and surprises depression hiding
within, claiming it's stake of life although it has been
deadened.
Looking forward to emptiness, nothing is gained by seeing
the future, searching the world for answers to insidious
questions helps no one, least of all your inner selves.
Justifiably incoherent in tiny whispered voices, afraid
of saying what is being spoken in words on paper.
Sanity being dragged behind, getting spoiled and dirty
for unknown reasons, caused by the crimes of others.
Too long undeveloped, childish minds quiver, stumble,
cannot raise up again unless in death they can be claimed
by someone else.
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