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Witching Hour
Strike Twelve
And my darker side?
It can’t be helped
So while I’ve got the mind to say
What words I lack throughout t..
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Empty,
This page upon the wall,
The sky through which I fall
Into the life I didn’t want,
Typing in this dead plain font.
Empty,
My mind..
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Too many hands.
I’m bound,
Forced down,
Barely breathing,
Barely living.
I’m blind,
For these hands,
They guard my eyes.
I can&r..
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Damn the song
Here’s my music
The blur of lines
Stretched across my mind
Each blob a stain across the measure
Stretching notes into one a..
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Why do you insist on,
Pushing me away?
What could I have done wrong,
To force you to act this way?
For this rock is rolling through life
Blac..
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His hands shake,
Bare and boney.
They lift each piece from the dirt
Holding it to the sun,
As it shades a single spot on his face.
He closes on..
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Watch,
Wait.
Take a breathe,
Realize who you are.
Then realize again that you can’t.
So stand still,
Watch the rain,
As it meets yo..
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Round three.
I’m tie and tied,
Watching it all fly by.
My issues are lost,
Burned by the frost.
I’m tired of fires,
Caught in th..
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Take it back,
One step at a time,
Be sure to look forward,
In this state of rewind
Remember those faces?The one’s you turned away?
Pray..
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Step lightly,
For your pace cracks dirt.
Just like the rest.
Haven’t noticed yet?
Too bad.
You would’ve before.
Those skies abov..
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