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With your name
Corpse's rotting socially
City buildings built like coffins
Streets paved with black blood
The sun hides it's face
To often
Walking shells stroll right past
A vessel collapsed in the crowd
Feet move too fast
So no one turns around
There's an empty
Space in every body
that never Seems to heal
There is only one hole
That's sure to be filled.
It's the one dug into the ground
With your name one it.
City buildings built like coffins
Streets paved with black blood
The sun hides it's face
To often
Walking shells stroll right past
A vessel collapsed in the crowd
Feet move too fast
So no one turns around
There's an empty
Space in every body
that never Seems to heal
There is only one hole
That's sure to be filled.
It's the one dug into the ground
With your name one it.
Published 20th Apr 2020
| Edited 21st Apr 2020
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