Terrors
we’re never really lost for words
rarely spoken and never heard
those days gone and never forgotten
broken from the path you’ve trodden
a central point, a resting place
a lifelong forfeit, the times we waste
with age comes wisdom,
a bitterness personified,
the broken spirit of the sodomised
time will never conquer fear
it’s just a sheen that rots the veneer
tragic tales have shrunken
the ferocity of the fight
a cinematic warfare
keeping us awake at night
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