I'll look you in the iris
and tell you there's nothing left.
Smell the gasoline that still stings the air
Even though my soul has long disappeared.
Watch you trip over cracks in pavement-Can't save you-
So throw another match to the ground-
Can't blame you,
Try to ignite some flame of hope
between my lips
but I'm empty, I'm gone-
I'm not even breathing,
The hollow space between my ribs is void of beating
echos
I'm just a figment of your imagination.
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