OuTsIdERs

The outsiders,
they lurk in the shadows of our imaginations,
beneathe the realm of reality,
between the fold of time,
outside of the common societies,
is where they lay claim,
Their backs turned on a world ,
that had once turned its back on them,
having only each other
to comfort in the hard times, of life
heads full of dreams they never will fufill,
Once agian to die in fear,
or to die alone,
without hope, or love
to carry on into some past world or life.
only emptyness.

CoLLeCtiVe ThOuGhTS
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