Sober

by Fading Memory   Aug 31, 2015


Don't be afraid
we're going to die
if your not already dead
denial stands not
in the sunset shed
it's all in your head
memories of '
Of an out-sider
who never came back
from the thought
he traveled in time' ,
that never exists
made an escape
that fear cannot find

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  • 9 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Another excellent little piece.

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