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We are That Dark Road
The night was old
And the morning late
He walked with no purpose
He walked against his fate
A voice whispered to go back
But, he knew
For that was the reason he walked
This dark and dusty road
There was no where to go
No where to row.
Much of the time we are the same
Stuck in room with no one
But the mind of us
No one to shield us
To protect us
To hide us from us
We are the enemy
We are the destruction of our present
The reason he walked on that road
Was to escape his thoughts
What he (we) thinks of as demons
We know to be us
We are going the same path
With our mind strapped to our backs
Like a bomb
Tick Tock
The clock rings two
I look and the fire remains
As a token of the night
Spent with Insanity
Yes that was her name
Tick Tock
The clock continues
The clock continues
Tick Tock
Published 28th Feb 2012
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Anonymous
11th Apr 2012 6:57pm
a great write, read and thought provoker-Thank you.
