last weeks dead dogsSorrow, a growing shadow on a bright lit street Isolation, too far to see, too little to be observed Nothing worth a second glance, abandoned Daylight continuously dimming into a damning night of forgotten dreams Buried secrets, uprooted to reveal revolting realisations Digging up the corpses of broken loyalty Dead dogs don’t lie as still as those with a peaceful conscience Neglect can turn its head and slash you in the back The bright lit street is no safe retreat when the zombies of your past run free Be fearful of your darks deeds today… they’re your nightmares tomorrowlast weeks dead dogs
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