Dark Shoes

I walk on broken glass Barefoot and white dazed Jagged shards dig my skin Life is all hazed I walk on silent streets Fog filled and long sorrow Chills curl my blood Sickness is to follow I walk on fearful dreams Closed eyes and scare Head buried in pillow Weakness is my faire I walk in worn out shoes Bruised and battered story Step inside my mind Alone is my glory

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