A husk, a shadow,
a memory now weak.
A place to avoid,
a number to delete.
A face to forget,
a life given up.
A name to erase,
etched into your skull.
A myriad of hopes
to remember as dreams.
A time spent alone
to weaken the seams.
A reason to drink.
A reason to cry.
A reason to laugh.
A reason to lie.
A past to detest,
a loss to accept.
A reason to bruise
to soften the truth.
An excuse to abuse;
a home to lose.
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 3:59 PM UTC
A husk, a shadow,
a memory now weak.
A place to avoid,
a number to delete.
A face to forget,
a life given up.
A name to erase,
etched into your skull.
A myriad of hopes
to remember as dreams.
A time spent alone
to weaken the seams.
A reason to drink.
A reason to cry.
A reason to laugh.
A reason to lie.
A past to detest,
a loss to accept.
A reason to bruise
to soften the truth.
An excuse to abuse;
a home to lose.
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