Recesses Of Your Head
The light inside is dead
I feel as if I'm falling
Into to the deep recesses of my head
My life is filled with boredom
No hopefull signs or desires
The bad feelings...I store them
Show no fears or fires
Death is in us all
But soon we all shall live!
Just try not to fall
Into the recesses of your head
Michael J. Martin Jr.
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