Deadlocked

Deadlocked

I thought of death
a time or two
for the lines I’ve casted
out always come back bare
on nights like this
when stars don’t sparkle
and my ink doesn’t breed
the right words
I’m left to vices
resting in subconscious
a vault I always forget to lock

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