False illusions
fill my mind
inside the dark
and never kind

Dressed up in tears
from crying eyes
soaking mine skin
of empty lies

Alone beneath
the falling rain
to which I choose
the narrow lane

Voices thrown
from left to right
whispers calling
towards the light

Decaying words
that one doth speak
shattered silence
hollow and weak.
 
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