Safety Pin

Pull me half dead and lost

From the trenches of my soul

Gray smoke drifts in silence

Black mud clings to my tears

Gaze at me, don’t pause to see

The battle scars that cloak the wounds

Burns and cuts, scratches won’t tell

Of the story behind weary lies

I stay where, I blend with a dark

Melted into the truth of unaware

Disillusioned hordes pass by blind

Ignorant of the flesh to the anguish

Here is where echoes are dreamt away

Don’t distress should I lose a day or two

My creations only need some time alone

To be hushed, tamed and made to obey

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