Are you sitting down, invisible?

I've seen these sterile walls before

Thread a desolate and literal

Through a Dorset fall short of the full

I'm parading them all; the corpses

On adrenaline that falls and courses

Over and over and over

And under the skin

 

We don't need to be a part of this

What is left flawed on a pixel edge

 

A whole thread in our then

We hold not the nights still glow

A fools eyes upon my eyes

In the furrows I hide

Where the lamplight is low

 

She took chemicals

That if I was a liar I'd be innocent of

I've witnessed a war in a humans mind

Rust out a treason of sorts 

Without reason and short of attention

I'll throw out my caution to the breeze

Make my peace with the winter

In the bleakest of madness forgive her

Half a breath and bleed out the oxygen

Know I've always been

 

We don't need to be a part of it

If we weren't us then we could be anything

 

A whole thread in our then

We hold not the nights still glow

A fools eyes upon my eyes

In the furrows I hide

Where the lamplight is low

© 2018 The Boy Without A Name

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