Sunday, February 2, 2014

He's the friend that cares but forgets.
I and all the rest
Get buried in the labyrinth in his mind
Forged from endless names
He tries not to forget.

But someone will always slip
Through his fingers.
Tonight it's me.
And I am buried,
Alone and suffocating,
In the twisted rabbit hole
My own mind has made.

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