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rain drips

from my fingertips

into this

ominous

reflecting pool of sorrow

the footprint of tomorrow

each and every day

passes away

with no regard

for the last remaining bard

follow through the dark

run your hand across the mark

stop and stay

while i draw your breath away

this breeze is strong

but never lasts long

stab through

to the heart of you

and never think

your head will sink

bellow the sand

take my hand

and watch as feathers float

from words I wrote

to cradle falls

and pad the walls

empty bottles

are perfect models

of distruction

a factory for production

of fear

that you can't clear

from your mind

search but never find

a sign of life

slice it with a knife

and watch it run

you use to be the one

that I relied on

but now you're gone

shifty voices in my head

want me dead

so I agree

and decree

that I will try

force your eyes to cry

a million tears

over many years

while shadows haunt my days

no one stays

and I face the unknown

alone