Empty hallways in empty hotels
November 25, 2007
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I can feel my life
Breaking up in small little channels
My heart beats so fast
My consciousness whirs past by
Rows upon rows of images
Enter my mind
As I close my eyes
And let myself swim.
This is what it feels like,
Being in a semi-state
Of being alive
And being dead,
Dealing with past scars
There are those that cannot heal
Because they stay
In mind
Even though there are no marks…
The ones gone
They rest in silence
Echoing only
The sound of an empty hall;
A small message
Emits a very distant sound
A reminder of the distance
Between my mind
And the ones who left me behind…
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