I walked in, scraping sheets of fear with every step
Orbs of light, little bugs delight
I turn the corner and find blood stained photos with faces of shock and independence
But where did they go? Running maybe, died probably, scared most likely of
The lives they once lead
Didn’t go ahead
Moving around in the night
Trying to shed any insecurity
Left
Dignity right
Wandering into holes of black
Moulding, there’s beauty in the decay
And I’ve run into more abandoned people than i have non vacant houses
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