It returns with beaded sweat
the same as my dreams
no distinction for the ones cought in between
lest you forget the opening hole in your soul
the capability to lie and cheatyoukk
from the highest of heavens to the very depths of hell
a taste i know all to well
and what of the moments,what of the time,we spent and wasted away
never to return the spades
for which claimed our lives without so much as a hush nor bat of an eye
we simply survive
we make the darkness come alive
as I sign on the dotted line
Without the numbness to remind us of the hurt and the hate
so if you want it,if you need it
call to the one that will never exist
©munch77
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