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Andrew Gomez Sep 13
If time was never real
then why do I feel lost?
When you aren't near
It feels as if I'm in an
Endless loop of lost and
Confusion but as soon as
You come back time is
Moving again like it
Should be...
Andrew Gomez Sep 13
The shadows follow me every day...
It mocks my walk...
It learned my gestures...
It learned my demeanor...
It has chosen me to live off of...
A parasite of my own kind...
Yet it does not talk or see...
Shadows follow me all day...
Even during the night...
Andrew Gomez Aug 27
I don't need no saving from this world
I got friends who will drink to the end
Raise that mug and heave away
Drown my mouth with the will of chaos
And let me show you why I rule this world
The words that come from this very mouth
Will exalt all your needs
All you have to do is beg for mercy
Andrew Gomez Aug 26
Confide in me and I'll remember your name.
Let's share our love until its intertwined with time.
So, people can tell our story over generations.
Andrew Gomez Aug 23
I watched as death crept around every corner
Waiting to take someone's light
Death figured if it couldn't keep the light
Then why does everyone else have a chance
Slowly but surely the light starts to fade
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"Such misery I bring before you."
"This turmoil you feel is death."
"It is I who bring closure to these ends."
"Yet no one reigns above me or below me."
"This void of a world you call home is decorated and plagued with too much light."
"It is my job to clean this distained burden and mine alone."
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Death always follows close to those who burn bright
Look into my eyes and see that death has been around
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"Your time will come, soon enough."
Andrew Gomez Aug 22
"This conversation is just for you and me."
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"How can, I be sure."
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"You can't but I hope the trust we built will help you."
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"Trust?"
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"Yes, trust. The only thing we've been building since the beginning."
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"Trust is hard to come by these days."
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"Then I see we don't need to have the conversation."
Andrew Gomez Aug 22
I can't wait for that first gust of crisp cold air.
To stand outside and embrace nature.
I can already hear the crackling of the firewood.
Followed by music and laughter from around
Smores are being made
Crunching sounds are followed shortly there after
The hint of rain is in the air
This is fall
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