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A Poem by alwaysmovefast

The air is thick, filled with screams and yells, anger and regret palpable.
We can barely breathe in this foul place.
My heart bleeds nothingness and we are dead without the champagne dreams.
Dancing to the silent music and the words come out in cold clouds.
It is freezing our eyelids shut, blinding us from the fears.
Lost in this comatose hell, we fill our lungs with despair.

Prayers and wishes abundant with hope filled lies surround the room like voltures on dead meat.

And I waste away at the thought of this displeasure we have conquered
We are the kings and queens of the tears left unshed.