Pile of Ashes
By alaskanamber
Deception comes from me when I look at thee
my eyes say what my words never may
scratch my head as the struggle continues
within my chest, no room left for a breath
afraid honesty will throw you across the universe
swim through currents of lies to be by your side
fingers fluttering as I drift on past
lonesome is my existence
always seeking something more fulfilling, more rewarding
at the bottom of my pipe lies a pile of ashes
burnt remains of a hope lost in every way
eyelids droop as my cells decay
aging every moment of each second today
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