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What little time I have left to gather my personal effects
I remain undaunted, a flat affect
Left to my own devices I'd lay here silent forever
Left here. Id lay here forever
Yesterdays end and todays begining
A year from now and two months from eternity
Time has no place
Heart stranded; this place is displaced
And all for a touch of your lust
A pull of your cigarette
One for whom food is not enough
A sillouette, a shadow. Lost in the barren darkness
Once again in a mess of my own making- my only friend

wake up and not love me no more

Hold secrets and remain despondent
The loss of merit then unresponsive
Paint pictures and draft sonnets
Hold the Wicked accountable for sins committed against the heart
Enduring a tainted inception tints our reception resulting in regression
We stand in limbo
The heart beats incessantly like a drum then deep like a bass
Somber is our song and its plays out loudly
We cannot ignore its rhythm
Take in the tempo
Made the eternal error of believing that it could be different
When it is always the same
Still struggling to discern between evolution and change