It comes to this
Gingerly stepping
to avoid egg shell
scattered and mixed
with glass slivers
strewn by apathy
It comes to this
Piecing back together
what your bullet
has blown apart
Shot in momentary,
Inevitable darkness
It comes to this
A blank mind
Unable to say
What tongues
Beg--
Redundant ramblings
In dark spaces.
It comes
And goes
Pleads
Sleeps
And bleeds
And it always, comes to this....
~Blue
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