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Dead Battery
Half dead and battered, a few bones shattered
blood splattered upon the pavement of depravement
thought scatters until none of this matters
I hear the sounds of sirens echoing in the distance
shrieking their call of approaching assistance
A song mocking my undeserving existence
Then the sound fades away
into pulsating fading resistance
back into the distance
as I lie here dying alone
clinging to a dead fucking phone
blood splattered upon the pavement of depravement
thought scatters until none of this matters
I hear the sounds of sirens echoing in the distance
shrieking their call of approaching assistance
A song mocking my undeserving existence
Then the sound fades away
into pulsating fading resistance
back into the distance
as I lie here dying alone
clinging to a dead fucking phone
Published 28th Mar 2015
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