I seem to just fall.
I reach for something in my sight,
But it not there.
Left by your own demise.
Can not find any room in this bleeding heart,
As it falls apart, as it, falls, apart.
Troubles in the streets.
As I feel myself rise.
Blood in the streets.
And no escape.
Don't try.
Rise. . .
Aug 09/15
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