Memento Mori

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Thursday, December 29, 2011

Twenty


Twenty


Goes the hour
goes the minute
mind left to wander
through labyrinths of gold
and locked doors to spoil.
She turns to greet
faces she doesn't know
with names she is all too familiar with.
Goes the day
and goes the months
eyes are open
even when they are closed.
slumber broken
by dreams that are only
there to hurt.
Screaming by goes the hour.
Blurred vision to 
satisfy even the moments that you despise.

Goes the day
goes the hour
goes the minute

 Gone is the moment.
Twenty.


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