α… ω

Blank spaces
Lonely nights can never fill
Strangers
Only in formality
Doorstep
All we have left behind
Drink
With me now to the mystery
Stranded
One step away from fine

Little traces
Sentiment breaks over the horizon
Jaded
Until I start to feel again
Roses
Cliched thorns prick so delicate
Divided
Lost to regain a dream
Tempered
Balancing the blade of sane

Dispersed
Seeds sprinkled like the dawn of time
Supernova
Immersed in the din of the deafening
Convinced
Discouragements stretch a mile
Focus
Point of origin immaterial
Decision
All that’s left is my sign

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