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Thoughts Between Screams
Step to the left
and you will see
the pain shadowing,
tears drowning the eyes,
every moment depressing.
No matter what you say
everything is just this way
between the screaming
from the banshees
and Celtic chants,
life writes blankly on tablets.
Eyes seem dull with a blade
that proves nothing to be desired, but
total emptiness and disillusioned youth.
