So many words. Not enough paper in this world. Don't hurt the trees over me.

Tattered Lines

I see this light in a tunnel made of walls that scream my tainted name and slander all that’s mine.

And… since tattered lines now guide me throughout the structure, I wonder if there’s any plans to take me under.

Take me deeper until I can’t see. And beg for a chance to know of what the light brings.

Feel my heart beat, but not see a damn thing. Am I living or is this a loss of vision in a dream?

I see more with my eyes closed. Is this the way it ends? Or is all in my mind closed, to late for me to mend?


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