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Jun 2013
Less is more and more is less.
We sit upon our thrones atop this mess.
Our lies pile up beneath our feet.
I live for a love I cannot feel.
The suns sets on another day.
And I know we both don't feel the same way.

This house is quite after you leave.
I feel my weak legs trembling.
Lies and deceit seep through the walls.
I love the feeling before I fall.
I can't escape the guilt and the shame.
this evil inside me plays me like a game.

The insanity is flowing through my brain.
I feel only shame, but I can't confront it.
Down on both knees, I cry out in pain.
My heart torn, I will never be the same.
The sun rises on other day.
Memories slowly begins to fade away.
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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