Smile for the camera!
A flash, a noise, and it's over.
The lens of life
is ready, ripe
to catch my face offgaurd.
My smile is fake for the picture,
My laugh is rehearsed, monotone.
My grin doesn't reach my ears,
I have a feeling that I'm alone.
There are people around me
surrounding my space
there are people I follow to each different place
there are thoughts running through my head
all I see is my own body, dead.
-GS
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Doorway to Nowhere
PoetryI sleep in ashes ashes from the bed of memory please, remember me as my ashes drift away I sleep in ashes built by magic matches guilt and regret of my past's patches I sleep in ashes fire forgotten all is broken, all is rotten cracks fill the glas...
