21:58

I can feel their eyes are watching

I can hear myself getting lost

I can feel the emptiness creeping up 

I can pretend to afford the cost

I can see the end of the road

The paths I never wanted to tread 

I can look away for what it’s worth

But I’d just lost myself again

Leaving notes maybe you could find

Scribbled in a rushed lonely blur

Perhaps there you could see behind

I’m here, but really I’m not sure 

20:53

Time runs out

Laying between the burnt out ends

Of cigarettes and empty glasses

Sometimes the ways we find

We’re never the ways we intend

Some broken hearts never mend

Probably

Maybe

And then

You found me…

21:06

In this mire I find myself

Bound and gagged 

In this fire I still burn

A man still to be hanged
I am blood and flesh

A torrent of thoughts

A flood of disease and longing

Never a one, more often the naughts 
Find me, behind the book

Beneath the broken stairs

Find the man that once was

And see if he still cares

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What am I doing?

I do not have a single clue 

I’m trapped in this cage

And I’m staring at you 
You’re just a little too far



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What I dreadful fool I am

What a dreary curmudgeon

Perhaps I could muster a smile

If I could escape this miserable dungeon

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Of course we are fearful of words, they are used so easily, yet they were used the breathe the universe into existence…