The Remnants

Walking through this boulevard..
into the autumn hues of saffrons..
faces watch me holding pluckards..
time is the taste of barren...

Dying slowly, through this breath..
A man and mission until dead ..
Taking step,  snuffing meth..
the paranoid strikes back to the bed..

These remnants of my soul...
stays with me
These remnants are on the roll..
plays with me..
These remnants answers time..
kill this mime..
these remnants takes a toll..
to fill me back after fall...

My Senses watch this world...
To built fences breaking shores..
Scenes of life all blurred..
words of wisdom dont break doors..

these remnants of my soul..
I regress...
These remnants are on the roll..
As i progress...
These remnants do control..
As i undress..
These remnants form my scars..
life is the unrest....

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