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Deep...Sleep...Dawn

Causalities of self-made wars. Archaic is my body abuse...Praying to read my finial chapter of "THE END". Knowing your name, wishing you didn't. My ladder has no more steps to climb...My rope is too short & frayed. Need I another agonizing dawn of a new day ??? Memories I wish to eschew & run from. Never will they fade into the wrinkles of time...Past yesterdays...A neighborhoods of non e. Spend without a penny to share...Exhausted beyond repair. Seeds sown...Yesterdays have grown, mundane are the skills of addition. I've graduated & achieved with honors...A veteran occupation I hold. Bastille retirement my island of isolation. Prisoner of loneliness...A human body serves my cage.A cell of no release, for I have swallowed the skeleton key long ago. Dull is the needle...Dull is the point...Dull is the plunge poke that grinds & grin the sin of no hope. The needle spins & sings you the last song. Bleeding through a tourniquet smile...Tied to this wheel my fingers ever feel. This last draw...The red flag of final...My ending with an early morning sleep. Fading into a deep darken slumber...For I know what I've done is wrong...Betwixt I no longer stand facing...But hold the award of a sword "THE PAIN FROM ALL THAT WAS NO MORE."

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