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Thoughts of a Lost ManMy hands leave stains of red on everything I touchThoughts of a Lost Man
I look down and I see the crimson drops fall one by one
The list grows longer every day I’m alive
Death after death staining my hands red with blood.
I scrub and scrub, pealing layer after layer of skin off
Never again will my hands be clean and free from death
As the blood spreads from my hands up my arms
My will to live slowly dissipates leaving an emptiness behind
I sit stationary in my circle of suspicion and distain
I look silently at the life that passes knowing that
by ~PedoPopsicle
GrayBlack and white, shades of gray.Gray
Everything is swirling together.
The edges are blurred;
It’s impossible to distinguish one object from another.
Right and wrong,
Fair and unfair,
Black and white, Alive or dead,
Together, alone,
Everywhere and nowhere It all mixes together to create a swirling abstract portrait of everyday life.
I have things to see and people to do.
The sun reaches for the horizon but it will never reach its goal.
The goals are so close and yet so far. Night and day,
North and south,
Opposites attract yet t
by ~PedoPopsicle
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