Still i sit here heart beating the same
when
days have passed so quickly it seems
yet skin wrinkles upon skin that used to belong
to me
A glass of turkey and a forgotten dream
stirring the lost of what could of been
head shouting with what i have ,youth lingers for the kill
of the knowledge for which i hold
hardened ears of the ones to come hold tomorrow
yet do not take the salvation from the past
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Comments
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depressing image of ageing "yet skin wrinkles upon skin that used to belong
to me" - I like the dark place you took this to.
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