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Jan 2015
There's a sour taste in the air,
our room's been ransacked,
everything is gone.
You smile but say nothing,
you look me in the eyes,
something is wrong.

I can feel the house crumbling,
the pressure is too much,
nothing to say.
Your mouth moves, spitting venom,
but nothing comes out,
there's too much pain.

I can see you standing there,
you make no movement,
like a brick wall.
You look right through me,
like a sheet of glass,
I'm nothing at all.

Then you walk out the door,
walk right through me,
I'm nothing.
You don't look back,
don't turn back,
I'm nothing.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio
Written by
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio  29/M/Salem, New Hampshire
(29/M/Salem, New Hampshire)   
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