Only Skin and Bone + Mirage

Only Skin and Bone

.......
my life will find
slow steps rewind
who knows as I surpress
~
unstable mind
slow churning mine
soon the thoughts regress
~
the stage is set
my role to dress
in truth there is no clue
~
such bitter end
my soul to mend
all hope is found in you!
.......

Mirage

.......
we are a fortress
time is our boundary
we lie here on a bed of illusions
and wait for the smoke to rise
.......

matt francis

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