One door, one way, your choice

And so another grazing day

has left me at the wayside

within relevance of crashing waves,

my feet they stammer in reluctance

and the sands are deep at the knee;

where once I used to forage

my heart is now blind to see.


The ache is deeper than all can be

and the splashing of arms not calm

the breath is at its all time low

and the mind is all but gone,

broken ribs from sobbing

and laughter to the hilt

were all together in madness

loving every precious guilt,

to stop and look within ourselves

would surely mean to kill

the lies we have earned so willingly

its there that skin like chill,

so sleep each night among the scars

that litter across the floor

bodies gasping to and fro

bloody fingers seeking the door.

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