To Whoever Finds This

Hopeless is the hollow inside the running hopelessness of the John Dread crawling the pavement towards every match light glowing in thorny short distance ,hope judges all and none inside the heavy heart hanging from sleeves hidden under every coat.passing daily through streets all keeping the weighted wrists well covered from the ugly sinister truth that hope wasn’t their burden no longer they embraced the easy hollow crumbling for flickers of light ahead in every tunnel that no one seems to find just scraping pavement into the next hopeless void ..Woody wails from his soul against the walls echoing the tale of the hopeless pain of cranium to wall whilst raising his sleeve in defiance showing his fiery scarred arm where his heart sat that was ripped off in vain on Madison Ave.just for his watch as an art piece

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