Posted: Do Not Enter
We were sad, and lonely,
and it seemed our friends didn't know our name-
we didn't mourn in silence,
and spoke of how we felt insane.
Days of unjustified losses bent the signs of our needy.
Barbed wire doesn't keep everything out.
Forgive us lord, of our trespasses-
there tended do be an illusion
of belonging somewhere.
Of all the whiskey in all the world...
it seemed our loves did not care.
The genocide of sound
blasted heartache
in these chests,
and the black sheep held each other
because our pain....
it never rests.
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