Crisis, Crisis, Oh- Crisis!

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Hearts crumpled

shed into three

stained into four

left into rotten flesh.


Brains jammed

into the whispers of the wind

its light

its darkness

and its emptiness of hollow Earth.


I was solely a disciple of a far away neverland


I was oceans apart

the day after today

the silence after tomorrow

and the death after yesterday.


I was a peer of great years

long waits

shallow standards

but my middle name was sin.


I ran through a rainy day

appreciative and distinct

I was a man of my day

but then I realized

as I looked around me 

that I was all alone.

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