In the early morning silence.
I find shelter from the violence.
It's the quiet withdrawal I crave.
This life will beat you down.
It will make you a slave.
So I choose to live within the shadows.
Free from the hypocrisy of life.
I'm a hypocrite.
Stiff upper lip.
We are all hypocrites.
Don't know when to quit.
Like a moth to a flame, we get Lit.
Let me take you to a place.
Where not long ago we had a face.
How quick we are to erase the goodness in our ways.
So here I am retreating.
The goodness in my heart still beating.
I hope this is good reading.
I hope I touched a nerve.
Y'all got your knives and forks, ready for the feeding.
My heart is still bleeding.
©budmac38
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