1922

We packed our dreams last night

We got high

On the afterthought of life

And living light

It seems

we live on the edge

And carry the weight

Through to the end

Walking in the last past

Hands tied

In between

Newsfeeds

status’ so high

news stories

With new horrors everyday

We forget the source

And the good words – to keep the darkness at bay –

The words we forget to say –

Another soul

For sale

She said she’s distant at best

She gave it all

Forgot to refill

She lives in and out of quotes

Forgot how to feel what’s real

Back and forth between

The alters

She’s bleeding

Right before the lord

And she’s going to bleed

Until she can’t hold the blade

Anymore

-regardingsamuel.com

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