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Poetry By: pateatminds

When lies and illusion are used as bait.

Submitted:May 8, 2012    Reads: 34    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

Try and preserve what's left of him.
This you can no longer change. . Nor infiltrate. .
Condemned with your mistakes, stuck with your denial face.
Who is to blame?
Time you say or you let word 'Distance' prevail?
For him longing for love is not a sin,
but the treachery he found out is another thing.
He fights for you for the last time. .Reaching. . trying to hold on. .
This excruciating pain piercing inside of him,
He can't bear to see it. . feel it anymore.
Carry on then, Time is all to blame.
Countless air is all you got left.
Breathe in. Breathe out and lead the way.
Face the heat of redemption,
wrap yourself with your lies and feel the color of demise.
Cause every tick of that clock,
You'll always find that back door.
The one your trying to lock for the thousand time.


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