Existence Out of Mind
I'm scared
I'm scared
No music is here
This is where lives have played
Played out the last laugh
Played out a last cry
You can see it their cold eyes
You can hear it in their silent cries
That taste in the stale air of lost love and lost lives
Fading Images of good times
Sharp Images of bad times
Smothered in lost dreams
Echoes of sorrowful screams
Spirit's running scared, soul's running blind
What's left here is existence - existence out of mind...
I'm scared
I'm scared.
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2016
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