Cobwebs
I wonder was it my insides,
Turning themselves outside.
Or was it the cobwebs I wiped from my eyes.
Seeing life through different shades of gray,
When there was just too much s#@t to be a good day.
I close my eyes and embrace the cold,
But it's funny someone should want to touch my soul.
I'll wander that walk until I die,
A fact of life,
It narrows my foot steps,
Begins leaking into my mind.
Will arterial poisons fill these veins,
Or will my body just burn and blow away.
Perhaps through death life wouldn't be so bad,
But its somewhat amusing that they should feel so sad.
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