Look to the horizon, for your future lies within
lost on a path that doesn’t exist
the life taken out of the living.
the blood is still warm
but her life runs cold.
no where to go
no where to be
but a dweller in the attic
above the sea,
of stars on the wall
and the symmetrical window panes.
they are all fake
an illusion to what is really hidden,
outside along the horizon
is where her future lies
but if no steps are taken
then tomorrow will be the last sunrise for her to partake in.
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