Gone
I, as you, walk down this road of broken glass
It dulls the mind with discord – memory
It is instinct to look back
What else is there to do, but move on to feeble hope
Lost is the string of the grey stained path
The pavement is cracked
The land withers in the mirror of the glazed eye
What have we song our lives to become
How can we scrape ourselves together
Into a semblance of existence
It is true
Our nails cannot bite deep enough
Our screams cannot pierce loud enough
Our sickness torment enough
We do not hear ourselves
We break
We do not see
That we are
Gone
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