This poem goes with a short story I wrote.
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You live your life through others lies
You see only what you want
hidden
Like a daffodil that never blooms
You aren't even sleeping are you?
Gave up on that a long time ago.
drifting
The shadows you live in flicker
A candle flame dancing.
The wax burns your hand.
You aren't used to the heat are you?
raining
Your life drizzles slowly by.
Images dance in the distant light.
Do you hear them calling out to you?
Their voices compose your symphony.
forever
Blood-stained hands mark your path
You can't give back a wasted life.
Nothing left to see.
tired
So why worry now?
You've earned this.
sleep
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