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"you've paid the piper..."

The distant sounds of machinery hums

like a blindspot in the mind

Hovering over the discovered corpse

of a summer day.

Blanched skin and restless hands.

"Idle hands..."

It's the Devil's work, they say

But I can hear the traffic on Main Street

The simple bubble of a lighted fountain

like whitewater to the memory

floods in and it floods out

the ebb and flow of the day

"Smiles Lie..." She said

And I look up at the dusky skyline

of mid-day.

The sun hidden beneath the greyish

mist of winter's death

Hug myself tightly, pull the scarf up

to shield the bareness of my neck

"Just a flesh wound..." I laugh to myself

"It's funny how beautiful someone looks when they're walking out the door."

Description
"you've paid the piper..."

The distant sounds of machinery hums

like a blindspot in the mind

Hovering over the discovered corpse

of a summer day.

Blanched skin and restless hands.

"Idle hands..."

It's the Devil's work, they say

But I can hear the traffic on Main Street

The simple bubble of a lighted fountain

like whitewater to the memory

floods in and it floods out

the ebb and flow of the day

"Smiles Lie..." She said

And I look up at the dusky skyline

of mid-day.

The sun hidden beneath the greyish

mist of winter's death

Hug myself tightly, pull the scarf up

to shield the bareness of my neck

"Just a flesh wound..." I laugh to myself

"It's funny how beautiful someone looks when they're walking out the door."