Creating some static
It may be sporadic
At least I’m still here to say
You’re in your own mind
If you find enough time
Perhaps you could show me the way
Feel the longing for some desire
A feeling is hotter than any  fire
A constant interval within my caged soul
Liquid revolver answers the door
Clenched in the memories of before
In a time when impulses were the only goal
Here comes the remaining pieces
Loose in the corners and in the creases
Lipping for the final thought without the fears
Calling out to the bitter cold
Letting the emptiness unfold
While holding back all my emotions and tears

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