Draining Melatonin

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Here the air smells heavy

Thick with the scent of regret.

It pervades from without.

Sullen glances form thoughtless faces...

I see ghosts rise and smile,

Grinning skeletons dancing out of time...

twisting vision around two places.

Smiles are empty to lighten the mood.

Captivity in fear and uncertainty,

It seems the same old way,

Well.

It stays the same old way.

Dancing on a razorblade

until the souls bleed out our feet.

Patience, virtue, lament, humility.

Want.

NEED.

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