No spark and to walk the dark
a few questions so ominous
ominously omitted
your being un-acquitted
your feeling so denied
then something fried
as if a chosen frozen
as if your heart just died
a left alone in park
the pain, the agony
the lack of energy
so stained inside of me
as if the rains, don't stop
and hide away my sob
dose me, pose me for a while
make me walk that mile
as If I'm on a train
and no one notices me
as if I am just brain
fighting mediocrity
Play a sad song or tune
I seem to be immune
untangible to life
no match(es) for delight
my footsteps red
my still life, empty bed
awaiting Lethe's flight,
my footsteps red
my still life, empty bed
awaiting Lethe's flight. M
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