Quatrain 11 Nightmare Ii
Being alone and realizing it is a curse, to weak for quick drastic measures.
If only the led ones would pull their head from their ass and listen.
The cries of the silent are the loudest that can be heard, but are ignored.
Death is a curse with a lonely person in a nightmare.
Copyright © Aaron Vialpando | Year Posted 2015
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