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while we wonder

The mechanical cold, the peoples faces, everyones midnight paces.
We meet alone in a socialy paved alley way, we asked if were enough.
Can this death be me or am i in it?.
This city is falling upwards the ashes are spread, we are filled with meds so that we all die a little faster with a bit more pain.
Far away in my physco forest i cant hide whats outside. Can you believe we are all dead if not now then yet to come. Let go so i may suffer alone all by my own...doing...
I heard my lungs let them talk they said you and i are dying.
This is no dream - our reality.
Can this be... the angels are dead?!
As dark as my light is i still remain the same.
just look in the mirror at the city and say that we are infected!!....
...It would of been better to put their worries to bed....
theDaharka
Written by theDaharka (charli summerscales)
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