I’m aching and tired
Nearer to death I come
Curiosity sets in
Thoughts of the passings
A generation fading away
Fear is clouded optimism, murky and clammy; sticky and wet
No legacy; no triumph to leave behind
Ashes to bone
Ashes to bone
Sleep walking through life in a constant trance
Calculated risks
Conservative attempts at existence
Paralyzed in this prison cell of skin and blood
Waiting for my freedom soon to come
Maybe tomorrow
I can’t touch anymore
My senses heightened by this inability
Alone I lie
Aching continues
I silence the hate
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