remember, remember last fucking november.

July 26, 2012

the story unfolds,
as we turn another page.
it’s the tale of your lies,
all driven by rage.

in the midst of the plot,
our character slowly dies.
on the surface he looks fine,
but i could see it in his eyes.

here is a man,
who stands up on his own.
he travels alone,
he knows no home.
trapped in his own mind,
embodied by his fear,
frozen by the thought,
the end is near.

things, they never change.
they’re written in ink.
but interpretations they vary,
much more thank you think.

here is a man,
who stands up on his own.
he travels alone,
he knows no home.
trapped in his own mind,
embodied by his fear,
frozen by the thought,
the end is near.

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