This fog feels familiar.
A false subdued façade
And the most excruciating lull.
In it the demons are shrieking.
They’re pounding loud in our ears and
Seeping through our veins.
The invisible Red Death
Has blinded us to tears
Numbed us so that all we feel is the pull of our cheeks
In a perpetual smile.
Times change
Places
Faces
Friends
Change.
But we’ve been here before. ..
Maybe not like this
Maybe it’s not like this.
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