Daryl lyraD - Friends?

Empty fields, deserted concrete
all that is left in this barren place.
There's nothing
I hold dear, nothing.

Nothing anymore.


But where do I go now
at the crossroad splits
Stagnant.
Unsure.

I can't make up my mind.


What makes a clock tick?
What keeps a jigsaw together?
Everyone has something which holds them up,
a standing pillar of strength and support.

Friends you say?


Moving pictures,
neon lights.
Flashing, buzzing;
everything's a blur.

I think I took one dropp too many,
now that I'm feeling kinda funny.
Where did they all go?
I'm sure they were here a moment ago.

Friends you say?

Daryl lyraD

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