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The year was twenty o four

You were asking me for something
Asking for peace
Asking me for love
Or possibly self

The sky was warm
And the moon had an unbelievable stench
You could taste It but could never decipher the ingredients

Ingredients
Ingredients

I don't smoke
Or should I say didn't smoke
As you picked at me and
Laughed at me
For being so complex but simple
Now simple yet complex, yet

I wore glasses and could
Barely see my destination
Your smile was like a suns gaze
Before allowing the night
To take over and cast wicked
Spells upon many dreams

If only I stayed still long enough

Leak often?
Well, not as much as I would like
Replies, angelically

Her cries for affection and
Nothing more
Compels me

I've felt this feeling
when I was five and then seven
Nine and then eleven
From now until infinity
It weakens me

Fixated on cherry blossoms and Honey nut waistlines
What has become of me
Was it always me?
Did I suppress what now only
Can regret
Because I didn't live a life
For filling these steps

Alone is best but
Yet I crept out on myself and Found a life during a hit and run
A situation that can only be Explained as an accident
As the emergency rung

Although I lie injured
I couldn't be more happier knowing she survived the crash And could flee the scene

On my own I weep
But only by self am I relieved of The torment
Of not knowing the, I know
And where now
If knew how
Do I find fair ground
To clean my wounds
If death has not ask for me again
Has it ask of me again

The sweet sounds of nothing
Haunt me
They haunt me for I am full
Of sound
Full of light that darkness
Must reply
To such matter
For life matters
If life is matter