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Strips of white among the darkness.
Strips of red among the white.
dots of light amid the blackness.
bits of hope torn through the night.
Metaphors wasted on paper
words in ink never to be read.
longing feeling in the emptiness
a hunger that exists to never be fed.
bouts of anger contained in apathy
lost my way among the trees
wandering along in the nothingness...
a heart grows cold enough to freeze.
cravings turning so undesirable...
allowing such room for mistakes
imminantly resigned to failure
and the amount of disappointment that takes.
a face fades in and out of mind
varied thoughts upon that fact.
envious of losing all that we had.
triumphant for losing all that we lacked.
wilting flowers at the bedside.
sigh and cry, and die alone.
continuous ringing I hold onto
fall to pieces--no one's home.
Strips of red among the white.
dots of light amid the blackness.
bits of hope torn through the night.
Metaphors wasted on paper
words in ink never to be read.
longing feeling in the emptiness
a hunger that exists to never be fed.
bouts of anger contained in apathy
lost my way among the trees
wandering along in the nothingness...
a heart grows cold enough to freeze.
cravings turning so undesirable...
allowing such room for mistakes
imminantly resigned to failure
and the amount of disappointment that takes.
a face fades in and out of mind
varied thoughts upon that fact.
envious of losing all that we had.
triumphant for losing all that we lacked.
wilting flowers at the bedside.
sigh and cry, and die alone.
continuous ringing I hold onto
fall to pieces--no one's home.