On My Way

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The eyes Bleed Tears
As pain drips from hands
The mouth gasps for life
As chaos crawls out of lungs

And then all is calm.
Eyes staring at the wall,
That was built above,
In wonder.
As the conscious realm plays
the moronic memories.
As the lips curve in a bliss.
And the eyes flutter close.
to a dreamless sleep.

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