The bitter Bold.

Gentle.

Ever so gentle.

The nudge became a push.

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Had one enough to struggle,

enough to curse the way,

unworthy to escape,

broken fingers entangled to pray.

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Pierce me and kill me,

suffer me no more,

unlike the hundreds dead inside,

I wish to leave this shore.

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Tolerance is a broken vessel,

where people try to care,

but zombies are the rule now,

here love is turned to glare.

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Color holds no value,

only sway among the dead,

where any form of thinking,

is shunned and put to dread.

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Lay me down to disappear,

to go away; so far away,

till none of it is anymore.

For good among it all,

has gone so far astray.

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