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Prolonged DecayIn the blackest darkness…
Nothing has been so clear
Truths are burning everything
The little white lies fly by and die
Familiar terrors never get better
Rewind, repeat, rewind, repeat
All the wants, the needs clump
One undistinguishable mass
Dripping, crawling to the next day
Such disgusting emotions
Wanting so much and so little
All for the impossible
Crimson rain, wash away the black
Vile metallic taste to dried paper-lips
There's always a price
It's trapped within now
Pulsating temple of wretched desires
No more blood to give
There are no more futile sacrifices
There are other ways to lose everything
Tiniest glimmer of light, be gone!
The eyes are unaccustomed
They have never been
It hurts with false hope
RememberIn a faded day that was once glorious sunshine…
It is that twilight between night and day.
At the bus stop.
At the outer crust of a large city.
Not much to look at:
A dilapidated house slumps across the street
In front of my bus stop bench.
It's an ugly abandoned cheap wreck.
The windows are boarded.
The door is unhinged and open.
Weeds are tall and well assorted.
Garbage litters the lawn.
Every time I pass it I wonder –
I wonder why it still stands.
One would think it'd be knocked down
To accommodate the urban sprawl.
A black shiny Mercedes creeps in front
Of the deserted house.
The door opens.
A well-dressed man with a briefcase
Exits the car.
He waves the car away.
The sleek car drives away.
There is an odd quiet,
Interrupted only by a soft breeze.
His face was a mixture,
the expression traitorous to category.
Extremely hard to describe, words slide.
It was so pensive, yet sad, yet calm
Relief is thrown in.
There is even a speckle of amusement.
His face turns fully to the
An Unfriendly VisitorHello Sorrow,
No, it's not too late to visit
me at this ungodly hour.
No, you're always invited, yet
you're my rudest guest.
In your last visit, you
You left a barren wasteland
in your wake.
I would like you
to leave without
I like how you come
at all the wrong times,
but it's never a good
Time... To see you.
I grow weary of your presence.
It's time to leave.
I can never refuse your visits.
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