left walking
through
the emptiness
of this head
out of it and
spinning
like the
walking dead
hearing words
someone else
sings
knowing the
truth
daily bell
rings
don’t ever know
what they
meant with
three small words
don’t ever know
how death
took all the
birds
at once heard
them sing
their high
above song
all that is
gone
and it’s been
too long
still see the
eyes
looking into
the glass
still hear the
wind
as it passes by
fast
it’s never been
real
and truth will
reveal
too much to not
feel
and emptiness
at the wheel…
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