Empty remains of lastnights drunken slumber
Darkend ashes are the only evidence of yesterdays newspaper
Broken and ragged remains of an old chair jut up from the cold dark earth
The gruesome sight of the day old blood stains are still present on my
clothing
The flint of hope remains in my eyes
Yet my heart is frozen in its icy grave called my soul
Unlucky pictures, and Spectacular ideas
The discoveries of lost possessions of a previous life haunt my mind
My imcomplete attempt of fitting into civilization is lost as modern
technology is in a stone age era
The shelter I built is now a snowy trail, covered up by a sudden storm
Woven, yet exposed cuts criss cross across my arms
The flaked dagger was my buried recent stage to stop society
But heavy gazes blurr my once cleared vision
All I have left now is a copper ax and my ancient medicines, used to once
alm the melting inventions of historians whom control my disendants
complexity known as my life.
 
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