voices

voices cry out,

seldom ever heard,

searching for truths and myths,

which never come,

nor never shall;

it is here that we survive,

trapped within the walls

of this empty prison,

crawling down crowded one-way corridors,

into the darkness of a perpetual night;

forever listening,

in this never ending game,

quietly learning

to sit among the shadows,

somewhere between

the living and dead,

patiently waiting,

for a flight that never comes,

with a one-way, first class ticket

to destinations unfulfilled;

choose your targets carefully my old friend,

one well placed shot is the most

you can ever hope for.

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