It's like a body ceased to be
And no one cared to look.
It's like a pleading cry for thee,
That no tissue tried to soak.
It's a wake up call
That kept on ringing.
It's a plea for help
That no one needed.
It's that bloody dream
- in the street
- in plain sight
- in desperation
- in mind
That no one tried to memorize.
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