Gone Away from Everything

We’re just dividing
Running down the street
The lyrics in my head
Falling through space like wingless doves
There is nothing to see here.

We’re just dividing
Cells without passion
Dyed crimson and sweating under glass
Filled with poison
There is nothing to see here.

The concerto cycles
Seem to slow each round
And the photo grains move across my eyes
In sharply pointed circles
There is nothing to see here.

Perhaps this is it
The fog descending
And the dust that waits in the wings
Falling,
Dark as leaden velvet
There is nothing to see here.

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