The orange blur of the morning rush
The misty twilight aching to scream
Is it the silenced pain that the world disavows?
The wrath of the candent noon
Caught between sultry blows
The flagrance of blighted hopes that the world denies....
The pitter-patter on broken windowsills
The faint glorious smell...
Is it rain or is it tears that the world doesn't cry?
The solitude of someone else's mistakes
A lonely moon amid the starry sky
Endless nights that betray the sullenness that the world doesn't claim...
Too harsh, too heavy, too dark, too morbid,
Dismembered and dispatched.
The lucky few have another to catch...
For the ones who don't,
Is the universe!!!
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