Tyler MacCrae


Alone on the street, bulldozed and frantic,
hidden beneath the bullets, hammered, ceramic,
the face on isn't the face on, stolen tears, cement barrels,
strapped to the shoes of the forgotten electric,
wires cut and dreams pushed aside, to waste the time on the inconvenient semantics,
falling slowly, happily buying nothingness, changing the signs, lieing about times,
nothing new is comming, following the only road that doesn't have an end,
once realization takes hold, pain ensues co

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