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Aug 2014
Oh if you knew what it meant to me
the fall of faith and not religion
the human race has lost all,
Faith is that of dreams
it fills my night terrors.

We are a broken species
mercy is seen as weakness
it is treated like terrible diseases.
I just want to be seen,
Seen for me
Not my prescription

Only the departed whisper...
Oh if you knew what it meant to me.
Gone is me
stainless, sharp and metallic,
Breaks my taught flesh
leaving a red drip.

It spirals amongst the water encasing me,
Hoping no one will find me
**Praying someone knew what it meant to me.
William
Written by
William  Johannesburg
(Johannesburg)   
372
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