Through shattered shields and silent screams
As a new world dawns, I forget my dreams
A clock’s face smiles at me, inanely
Each and every day a hope of new life
But we fuck the chained dove who dies through strife
Another number. Another chair, lost to empty space.
To a life with no receipt, how can we replace;
Those nights of fright, though what it seems
I should rest my head and hear those, screams
(Written in 2011)
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