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 in-between

the living and the 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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