Painted horses
Carousel ride
Repeating circles
A hole
Where blood should be
People come
People disappear
Sun burning
Little black holes
Walking this desert
Of lost souls
Innocence without hope
A gallery of snap shots
Reflections of the distorted
Twisted memories
Painted horses
Running in circles
Frozen in time
Carnival carousel of mistakes
Scar tissue builds
Just another callus
An empty hole
Where blood should go
People come
Then disappear
Walking in this desert
Soulless Angels
With their methadone eyes
Snap shots of tomorrows
Can you change it now?
A decade from yesterday
As lonely as that can be
Counting back from five
As the horses slide pass
Out running the darkness
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