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A poem for the daily prompt

Ruins

Do you see the spots on my soul?

Do you see the spots on my soul? The darkness

Do you see the spots on my soul? The darkness That hides in the corners of my mind?

Do you see the spots on my soul? The darkness That hides in the corners of my mind? Or perhaps it's too hard

Do you see the spots on my soul? The darkness That hides in the corners of my mind? Or perhaps it's too hard To see yourself

Do you see the spots on my soul? The darkness That hides in the corners of my mind? Or perhaps it's too hard To see yourself In my shattered silver frames.

Do you see the spots on my soul? The darkness That hides in the corners of my mind? Or perhaps it's too hard To see yourself In my shattered silver frames. This world is painted grey

Do you see the spots on my soul? The darkness That hides in the corners of my mind? Or perhaps it's too hard To see yourself In my shattered silver frames. This world is painted grey And speckled with dull brown

Do you see the spots on my soul? The darkness That hides in the corners of my mind? Or perhaps it's too hard To see yourself In my shattered silver frames. This world is painted grey And speckled with dull brown Through your eyes

Do you see the spots on my soul? The darkness That hides in the corners of my mind? Or perhaps it's too hard To see yourself In my shattered silver frames. This world is painted grey And speckled with dull brown Through your eyes And mine.

Do you see the spots on my soul? The darkness That hides in the corners of my mind? Or perhaps it's too hard To see yourself In my shattered silver frames. This world is painted grey And speckled with dull brown Through your eyes And mine. Perhaps the world is ending.

Do you see the spots on my soul? The darkness That hides in the corners of my mind? Or perhaps it's too hard To see yourself In my shattered silver frames. This world is painted grey And speckled with dull brown Through your eyes And mine. Perhaps the world is ending. I wouldn't be surprised.

At the very least

At the very least Everything is changing

At the very least Everything is changing And I'll be left behind.

At the very least Everything is changing And I'll be left behind. Left to the skeletons

At the very least Everything is changing And I'll be left behind. Left to the skeletons And the ruins

At the very least Everything is changing And I'll be left behind. Left to the skeletons And the ruins Of our old world

At the very least Everything is changing And I'll be left behind. Left to the skeletons And the ruins Of our old world As the dust settles around me.

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