The skies clear my eyes
only to bring waves of deception.
I lay in the hearts
of the unwilling and broken knowledge of uncanny victims:
unstill and frozen in the shores of helplessness,
all the same.
Because no one comes,
no one sings,
no one dances,
no one laughs,
in despair the drops cling to wet rocks
and they slinker down to a steady resolve.
Yet I still lay,
watching twilight lick its last morsels of immortality;
a storm is coming
and tears leak from cracks in the sky.
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