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They just won't learn
The pain of nightly deaths
has left my eyes bruised shut
afraid to look in case they can't see the way back
to school bells being the flight of wanderlust feet
who's hunger has grown alongside the shadows behind sleeping doors
every old friend asks too much in the end
coffins yawn and speak of weariness
and time has grown tired of slowing steps
every morning
sometime between cold kiss of the sun
and the smacked lips of a worn watches face
I see a grimace on a face like mine
every face turns bitter by the end
and I don't like the taste of that
has left my eyes bruised shut
afraid to look in case they can't see the way back
to school bells being the flight of wanderlust feet
who's hunger has grown alongside the shadows behind sleeping doors
every old friend asks too much in the end
coffins yawn and speak of weariness
and time has grown tired of slowing steps
every morning
sometime between cold kiss of the sun
and the smacked lips of a worn watches face
I see a grimace on a face like mine
every face turns bitter by the end
and I don't like the taste of that
Published 20th Jan 2014
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20th Jan 2014 11:19pm
3rd May 2014 00:31am
“Everything is changeable, everything appears and disappears there is no blissful peace until one passes beyond the agony of life and death.”
