Lost

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I am losing 

all my battles

everyone is leaving

I myself

am lost

I am not only

Losing my religion

I am losing myself

and sitting in the corner

not in the spotlight

dog teeth sank too deep

and now the dog is lost

he is in the woods

hunting for another

someone else to sink his teeth into

he howls at the moon

and cries in the sun

 the smoke rises

and the souls of the lost

come out to play 

I am one with them

they become 

me

I am lost

but now

I don't feel lost

with them

I feel at home


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