This Old Town
By: Tyler Ross
time is lost as I remember
the purple glare over the horizon
where have the good souls gone?
this place I no longer care for or belong
haunting my dreams day after day
the texture in my touch
when I'm led against the wall
my clock of time is always broken
the voice so pure cracks when I call
this is the story I didn't want to tell
being pushed out of the world I once knew so well
I wander while I wait and wonder if this is hell
please take me away from this reality
my vivid dreams make more sense
I want to scratch the surface
as soon as teeth fade from the last smile
it's far too intense
please show me something real for a while
*another old write from the past*
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