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Oct 2013
My friends in the closet have come out to play
They have planned to dress me in there bones
I know my day is coming soon
They are building up poison and ready to unload

To take a spear to the vessel
That they once had

The skeletons they come alive and their eyes burning red
They are ready to strip me clean of what lived in my head
They are numerous and powerful and they all have been read
Full of shame and regret for all they have said

At first they fought for a reasonable time
But their will had dried up then **** went their minds
The heart became blind
Because its leader was gone
The skin became frail
It's life almost gone

In the corner he sits
Fragile with dust
On his nose his chest his hands and his knees
His head his heart his gut and his feet

Now his time has come a door has been opened
His bones rattling not a word had been spoken
His life has a purpose for the sake of vengeance
Time comes alive not a path of remenencence

They are ready to take me in and devour me alone
I can beat them one by one and bone by bone
But now is not so great
There is no color in my eyes and my skin has no tone

I am not ready for you just yet
I haven't had the chance to watch my life go by
I haven't let go and said my goodbyes
I haven't the strength to face you eye
So I ask you to hold your fire
I promise to put up a good fight
But please give me more time
Weston Taylor
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Weston Taylor
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