Pictures, memories
and ghosts of a laugh,
Hardly any time at all
caring too much too quickly.
Tears on a pillow
and glowing red lights on a shelf,
Lyrics whispered in the dark
and deep heavy breaths to calm it all.
Bitten lip,
and a twisted tendril of hair;
staring into fathomless eyes,
Are you there?
By a feeble light
None to see it all.
A twitch, no a quiver
stop being so dramatic.
Of course there's always trouble being problematic
Barrel in, you'll see;
It's a whole different kind of hell...
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