Trial

Disappeared,
singing songs,
here I am.

Alone.

Ran away,
or maybe hid,
so here I am,
I seek.

Fuck,
I have no more words.
Fuck,
Here I reach for the sword.

Where, can I find you?
Shadows cast
among you.

So I yell,
here I am,
oh well.
I know he took you,
back home,
love it or hate it,
you left me alone.

Light the match,
and spread the spark,
cigarette burns,
where is the Monarch?

You are all being judged,
and yet I feel,
like I'm the one on trial,
and my bathroom mirror hasn't yet budged.

I reach through the veil,
and lift my face,
to open these eyes,
upon your trail.

Can I follow,
and find you?

Will I get lost,
or break through?

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