After a long pause I came back to scanning old thoughts
Long abandoned like my own soul at the end of a track
Of rusty rails punctuated by pauses of cracked ties
Where I lurk in the fog of horrible do-it-yourself lies
Unwittingly concealing truths so unimaginably black
Horrid things tied up in un-untieable knots
Of numb memories causing pain so unbearably severe
Inflamed visions of old train tracks running up to the horizon
Which isn’t just there, it’s an optical illusion or worse
And around are the monsters of one who knows well he is sick
Hopeless, tired, but you had enough time to get wiser
Though you didn’t.
Don’t fear, the end must be near. For everyone.
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