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Fast food lines and abandoned cars Symbols of how far we have come The road illuminated by neon lights Vacancy signs try to replace the sun St..

Count the threads in the carpet alone on the stairs Hoping someone would find me wallowing there Come lift the burden weighing on my shoulders The..

Ruminations divulged from a nighttime terror Beads of condensation pulsating with fervor Peering into the myriad of images, I wonder If my dreams ..

Somewhere the sun is shining But it doesn’t shine on me Its rays must surely be blinding But from here I can clearly see Perhaps this night ..

Feelings turn to voices Archaic noises An old house with creaking floors Heart that longs to retire A quashed desire Broken windows and locked do..

Heard the sound of the ocean as I drifted away Thinking to myself this would be the last time My mistakes numerous and losses persistent Even the o..

Life keeps giving me the poison pill Basking in sunlight on a windowsill In a home where I belong no more A mystery but I know what’s in st..

When the day is done When the morning comes When the moon falls onto itself Leaving no light in the sky When the time is right When the sky turns..

Thoughts of mortality reverberate within A cacophony of tumultuous hymns Prey upon me like vultures in the desert My soul dehydrated, my mind subve..

From when the autumn turns to spring There is a season found in between Decaying leaves have made their descent A crackling sound comes from underf..