"But there are lots like us, with no grave but the stage."

Sunday, May 1, 2011

trying to escape more than the day.

looking through your black tunnels
and it's clear now
you're heavier than meets the eye.

maybe these halls have stayed the same
and I'm the one who's changed
but you haven't, my friend.

a blank stare and hollowed-out heart
carved with a dagger and your own two hands

we joked about dark times,
but what are these, my brother?

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