The Lingering Whispers
Thru the smoking mirrors,
Gunshots rang out
thru the rage filled tear's,
Keep your eyes opened
cuz I see years,
Been to desolate places
mountains split in two,
Where you run fast
and what you gotta do,
A place where you see
what's the truth,
Make 'em back flip
with a sawed-off gauge,
John Doe
written all up on the toe-tag,
Never see it coming
like in a desolate place,
Solitude sits back
and calls out your name,
a mask of love and one of...
Hate they're one in the same,
Two tear's forever engraved...
Time to turn the page.
©jgrayzer
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