afraid of my own shadow
falling upon the skeletal remains
that clutter the head space
collapsing desolation
into the very formation that has become
the dribble propaganda that flows
in and out of time and place
watching every soul fall for something
like pins, like fools
feeling forgotten
feeling alone
just start running
silence, all that remains
collateral damage on the right cortex
while the left fights for dominance
egotistical struggle that can't be won
and knowing, not understanding
that the battle is lost
yet knowing that hope is only just there
imagine, just once
maybe not
wouldn't it be nice to say one word that changed it all
so here goes...
goodbye.
and yet... here we are
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