I'm your diplomat;
the devil's advocate when there are only
angels on your shoulders.
When I start moving from within
you don't know where to begin
and I'm helpless from
your hopelessness.
Rights and wrongs become undecided;
I'm hiding illuminated in the trying
shadows of light you can't describe.
You're my suicide
when I can't find my pride.
Help me count my time down.
Help me round my number up
from a smile to a frown
and let me run your thousand yards
to find one single word
that blows your paragraphs apart.
I'm the vacancy you can't fill
and the disease without a pill.
I'm your arrogance in clouds
you won't come around, until you do...
and then I'm just as dead as you.
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