48 = Agony

Finger pads slide along the shattered mirrors edges
Guitar strings cut the same
Notes on the page, fingertips yearning
Stinging my eyes like papercuts
Memories of lines and bills
Chemical fueled destruction
Reminds me of when-
And the blood on the snow
And the laughter, and the love
Freed birds rocket fuelled, fell
May they party in Hell
And save our place in Lucifer’s playground
I miss them all
Those misaligned Heroes
I wonder if my place is still held




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