Days, they race, as
feelings, like seasons, they change
A misplaced name
found written upon
some distant grave
The way I was yesterday
today is but
another bloodstain
A monster in the rain
to the old me,
goodbye, I wave
Ticking away
the clock on my name
while the man in the mirror
is losing is face
Fading to grey
All night, no day
like the color within
is but a blank page
I’m not the same
as pain has made hate
waters are now black
tainted by my rage
I’ll never see
the person
I wanted to be
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Jordan Antonacci
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