captured silence has escaped the jar
shattering what used to be of yesteryear
allowing the bandit to escape so far
that no one has ever gone near
a placid mind lost in an infinite abyss
they forget their identity,
bailing out for the false kiss
handed out on a silver platter by a cruel entity
white begins to pour across our eyes,
tidal waves of thought crashing along the harbor
insulating the reality with a blanket of lies
unlocking the many voices of the lucid barber
wisdom had been the key
yet we lavish in this empty space
as now we have no eyes that allow us to see
the crushed dream left in glass briefcase
the pain reaches the heart
tearing apart the glorious organ
with an advanced form of martial art,
forget your visit to Dr. Morgan
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