and we ran,
like sickly children through
the darkening thought of abandonment.

We ran with closed hearts and bitter refrains,
We hoped for change, but killed
the only beautiful parts of our lives.
Still, we ran.

When we tripped,
we acted,
like we never thought
that we could ever fall
in our self righteous epitome.

Wont you tell me a lie,
mr sandman?
Take the sick ones away
and let us be with our dreams again.
Wont you,
open that magnificent doorway,
and let the blackened sun shine?

Would you?
one more time that,
outside our liquor store illuminated.
tell me im your everything, and watch me walk away.

Reach me,
a million miles away,
and youve been my love for years, kid.
as time winds, on and on and on and
like that we, run again to,
set the stage, and call it past.

and al the butterflies we caught,
say "what about liberty and all those morals you had."
and we said,
"what about the dead?"

we would scream,
a thousand poems into the sky,
and feel like god heard the only silent words we made.

like the of thought, and the of love.
Says, nothing to me now.
I have long since left her,
and she has long since departed.

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