Missing
The dreams they stalk me like no other
No where to hide within a cover
Its there, its here, there is no other
His face, his song, my baby brother
His hands embraced my smile
Kissing my demons all the while
Dancing, laughing, walking, running the mile
He's gone, its wrong, I'm lost in denial
Society tells me that ill be ok
As the clock tick tocks and passes away
Lying, laughing, mocking words they say
Its torment, hell, I'm without him everyday
I hate them for there pity because im so cold
The words they repeat have gotten so old
Fermenting, swelling, rotten with mold,
Sickening, stinking, because he was stole
Copyright © Justin Robbins | Year Posted 2011
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