There are days, my thoughts are dark as sin,
And ugly as only truth can be,
Life is simply passing by,
Casual as the waive of a hand,
Senseless in its entirety,
Hunched in front of computer screens,
Love, passion, a pattern of sorts,
No mushy poetry, no nature walks,
No sweet nothings, no secret talks,
Work, people, wasted for better or worse,
I find myself stumbling… in the faceless dark.
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