Im a story teller, a story sheller
carving out the details and inserting my own
keeping the framework of this hardly built home
loneliness consumes it and creates an acquaintance house
nothing more, nothing less
just surface encounters and nothing to expect
but hardship and pain
ill say it again
expect nothing, no gain
the rain, the flood, it swells above us all
tall, oceans wide, oceans deep
it rises until the fall, where the autumn oranges take us down
along with the tides
back to our infancy, back to the days of true peace and love
above all else, it was a home
now its just a shell of a former self
what was once one is now broken
pieces scattered, dreams are shattered, like glass in the storm
nothing escapes without growth, nothing it left alone
until were molded by the cold world around us
all becoming one again
yet without names, we are numbers,
and remain so until death
sweet, releasing death
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