Forsaken souls with tasks undone

No longer soaking up the sun.

Long gone youth and inspiration

Left in a void with desperation.

Wallowing in incessant past

The only home where it may last.

A cry for help be left unheard

For transparent visions are now blurred.

Once beautiful with painted flesh

Now trapped beneath and earthy mess.



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