Door to my soul, unlocked by
the forgotten fabric of a friend's love.
Twisted black thorns die back
into the painful recesses of my
everlasting laughter.
Thoughts spill out, like blood
on the sidewalk, draining into the
minds of others, unaware
that they are listening.
One day they will hear me, one day
they will find their key, and
leave that place of envious beliefs.
Craning their necks to find theonly t ruth,
about life, love, and to bleed themselves. |
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