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Cypher




Cypher

i feel myself daily, fade away,
i feel there is less of me, today,
i feel inside of me, melt like clay,

i feel no feelings, sad to say,
i feel old longings, no longer play,
i feel old friendships, gone to stay,

I feel no trust, none to betray,
i feel every color, turn to gray,
i feel love inside me, begin to fray,

i feel no emotion, no tears allay,
I feel no sadness, no glum array,
I feel empty deep, to my dismay,

i feel some madness, look of fey,
i feel each night, not turn to day,
i feel great pressure, on me weigh,

i feel each part off me, doom decay,
i feel the scent of death's bouquet,
i feel the end is on its way.

© 2014 ajwrites57
A Long
❤ ❤ ❤

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