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The Hell of It Is

He lives life within four walls
Each one with faces from the past
All those injured, and betrayed
Their words whispered in a twist of night

Remembrance of evils past
Victims crushed returning home
Scars left on the bedroom wall
A shadow pooling on the floor

Never known that sense of loss
The draining of security
Life now fragile, fractured ice
They turn away with fevered eyes

No sign of the midnight man
The thief of every certainty
He just jumped the garden wall
And continued in an endless fall.
Written by crowfly
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Author's Note
Suggested by the Stones' "Midnight Rambler."
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