On the seam
of twisted time
through the needle
I can't define
I am pieced together
with poison thread
Black and white
and nothing read
Worn out clothes
and worn out shoes
I walked for miles
through and through
Judge me not
for I can see
Dusted down
and fallen trees
I lay in dreams
on a ***** bed
Nothing to hear
I bury my head
the forgotten in life is not forgotten at all, they are usually just stepped over and missed, for they are someone's mother, father, son, daughter or child
