Label less words

Our words ain’t shit, so the whispers we hope don’t melt into the seams of the wind won’t mean shit either

So don’t lets get lost in a tasteless sauce with our tasteless words being danced around buried bodies

We lay on wooden beds and beneath soil of letters that gather together to formulate words to build sentences that echo stories

But our meaningless novels are just loopholes to discover an end to the nothingness that we are

But we tell these stories…

…In hopes of what?

Having people lend us an ear to listen to sweet lies, yet we hide behind those words

Because we allude to a conclusion that’s trivial

Still these words leave us naked and walking around like zombies in the Walking Dead

But we shouldn’t mind, at least we’ve got lines, just some that no one understands

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