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Taylor Lanson Taylor Lanson
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Molded Halls


All these molded halls,


The only things I have known.


So much more than this.



Savages
              
Acting as refined,


but truly acting as beast.


Is it hard to know?



Night-time


Good-night Time, I say.


Tonight I will walk astray.
                                          
Here, I am darkness.



Sometimes


Sometimes I wonder.


What meaning it is for me,


To say what I want?



Too Cold


My heart is shocked now.


Your warmth has now turn to cold.


So simple is this.



Monster


You are a monster.


Now you cannot deny it.


Knowing, that I know.



Being Wrong


I know that I'm wrong,


no guilt in my heart is here.


What say you now, dear?



Scared


I am so afraid.


Now knowing what you might say.


Ha, apprehension.



Flight


Upside-down am I.


Flying through the open sky.


Maybe I'm falling.



Self


Be yourself they said;


I say that is not all true.


Explain my evil.



Blood


Oh no, its horrid!


To think that I have shed this!


What purpose is life!


                                                              
Husk


Corn-husks are so nice.


They remind me of you now.


So lost in the wind.



Scream


I hear the fine cry.


The writing on the wall shows -


what you will not say.



Choices


You say that you know-


what would be best for myself,


but you are not me.


                                                              
Black


Do not hold a word -


so inherently lowered,


When you gave it life.



Clockwork


You run like clockwork.


So methodical are you.


Isn't that enough?


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