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Right Or Wrong

I am right You are wrong I am out of sight You always got the right song I am up for the fight While you sit tight Yes you are right Cause none of them know  What's going on I am not saying I am right What's right or wrong When death happens When eye dampens When truth sinks onto you When lies surfaces up When try gives up I am wrong Why so? I told you so That's why I know how so That's why Sometimes eyes are looking But blind Because they want to find What's in their mind Am I right? I am evil My mouth is venomous  So I was told I am cold not courteous  I bite  When I hiss Then don't piss  Where you are cordially invited That's getting dark Yes that's my spark I don't cry And then laugh amidst crowd Feeling proud Of a rotten kid Who couldn't smell a dying truth Beneath a nascent vermouth  I don't cry  I don't sob I don't show the mob That I am missing a door knob I have no fear at all I have lost a battle That I didn't get to win...

Empty Corridors

Footsteps getting louder…
Screeching on wet floors..
While I run…
To hide ….
Giggle echoed..
As I barge into..
The empty corridors.
They come after you…
And will not go home without you…
Without telling what happened..
Without yelling abusive apprehensions.
Giving away their absolute intentions…
As they seldom walk stepping onto your toes..
Laughing as you gather around those empty corridors..
Elevator opens…
Sipping bitter coffee ..
Being yelled at in the parking lot..
Gobbled up the snort.
As bitter it can get…
And yet..
Standing alone …
Eyes trying to blend into the empty corridors.
A smile…
A grin..
Taking back their faces..
That did just reach my chin.
While choices run thin..
I grab a corner …
Showing my honor towards empathy forsaken.
Eyes looking away…
Trouble heading my way..
Strange as it gets bleak.
As I start stumbling over those empty corridors.
A picture..
Of varied stature..
That isn’t going to break..
Stares at me wide awake…
The friends that chased me…
Standing beside me..
While I giggle again..
Calling my name ..
A distant voice getting louder ..
Rooted into these empty corridors.
Are the reflections that never pretends..
Or gets older.

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