The Taciturn
I have doubt in my life, I have a knife and a soul full of strife. I'm out of drugs to sooth the pain, now I have sores I need to gain. Coming to a social stand point, hundreds change. And when the people change they unlock the chains from their cage. Curing me and killing at the same time. I am the equilateral of velvet. Pounding the poison through my chest. I am coming again to the point of no return, where people change and sands shift through time. Were the only remnants of the broken. The taciturn.
poem by Joshua Vesofen
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