Lost

Your voice pierces my brain, like a pick axe to the head

Words so hollow, mumbled letters drifting in the wind

When I look at you I see a blood stain, chalk outline of the dead

Walking aimlessly through time, stumbling with every step

A soulless being, conscious in your own time

Surrounded by idiotic life, the dumbness grows wild

A sinking ship, cinderblocks weigh you down

The poison you uttered, wilting peddles fall to the ground

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