The Lonely ManA Poem by arezekiel01It's a poem. You read it... On a lonely street Walks a lonely man With no one to meet, And nothing to plan. Nothing so precious, Nothing so sweet. Just paranoia, and fear That forever repeats. Memories fade of a place before this, Nightmares replace all of that bliss. Hidden behind masks, Three pieces of you. Blood as payment, For passage through... What that I were he Who finally unlocks thee... But I am gone now, There is nothing left of me. All my heart was given to you, Blood as payment for passage through... Now I walk a foreign land. Hole in chest, head in hand. There's nowhere to go, There's nothing to be. All I know is I am not free...
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