Betrayed

Storms passing by windows
They cry through smashed glass
Smeared in restless tiredness
Gathering victims
One by one

Volumes of spinning words
Turn time around
Transition of harnessed torture
Wildness in lifeless walls

Growing over
Cultivated for bodied satisfaction
Wondering walking around
Waiting for movement
A reaction

Pulling away
Layers of skin
Knowing which ones to rupture
In order to win

Walk around us
Play you're games
All for isolation
Tired of those
Who betray

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