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Matthew Walsh Aug 2015
So I slip away,
Turn off the lights
drown out the sun
let me slip into your skin

A sense of rejection
is no more soothing
then watered lung
But not within your skin

Where do we turn
to form the bonds of friendship
like an abscessed sore
tearing at my thigh

Overnight it seems
the world has become colder
the outnumbered lifeless limbs
are subject to the void of disregard

So I slip away
from the random ******
and I slip away
from an accute suicide

Winter has rolled around again
my shifty eyes will sting
Michael John Jun 14
dear lily

i take it is a no
some time so-money
and it´s accessibility or
civilization..

for some it rains and they
hate and for some there is none
and they hate..
probably..but everyone must..

no excuses..need first..
eating-name-of-game
and a roof over one-
food and shelter-and as this
so-called civilization falls
like many before..

their difficulty more accute
homeless next to criminality
hunger tedious..?the fruit
we harvest bitter truths..
so what to do..

ii

crow wants mercy or
something-where has he been living-
some dwell on the stars..

he wants something for nothing..
why should i
why should you-

don´t give me that empathy
humanity dying strains of a
forgotten waltz..

— The End —