hush

In silent doorways

spotted with grime

alone in the quiet

As loud as a mime

dirt shows the age

of slow rotting time

step through the doorway

drying in lyme

life as a corpse

created in crime

lay in the earth

the wind as a chime

close your eyes

invested on my dime.

Scream to the hopeful

Scream to the lost

Gasp for your breath

No matter the cost.

 

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