Enemy

Braud your new house,
I want to blow.
All's been black and giving room.

Let me stray.
Now blame it on loneliness.
Who knows?
Certainly not them.

Where is this?
The lane that takes you head-on.
But for now, you do not contemplate.
Certainly not you.

Our silence is dread.
'Çause look what you've done.
Lined outside, no aim.
Which follows me.
Painted over well.
Cleanse happening.
Tattooed up green and blue.

The enemy.

Watch and wait.
A trapped proof survival kit.
Just for a glimpse.
Of the everlasting, brick kick.

Secrets bleeding to untold families.
Lovers in flight.
Over the gravesite.
We've become statues,
In a teenager-garden.
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