Sheets and Silhouettes
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Cradled in sheets of dismay Pull them over my face To blot out these shades of anger and grey Amber and ashes brush over, the blanketed form of silhouetted tears As if this (I) need you now More like yesterday Or every other day, spread between and slipping, through thorn intoxicated fingers Bury a face into the pillow, that slowly turns these tears to ash Don’t wake up Just can’t pull this away Frustration dancing idly upon the brow Pencil smashing, and the lead spreads like poison… Dear Black Goodbye, I write this now Thanks for the frustration, and puppet strung tears All the limitation, and lies you made me fear Don’t forget to write --The sickened one Wake up now Maybe it’s over Just tell me…”It’s ok to die” Keep singing the lullaby And now it’s over… “It’s ok to die.”

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