Nocturnal
People made of glass
Drag me by my ankles
Clawing at the dirt
My arms are getting tired
I look at their eyes and they stop walking
They release their grip on me
I look at their eyes and they just walk away
But now im miles away from anybody else
Copyright © John Ryder | Year Posted 2010
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