Bland Blank Books

My life is a big open book,
There’s nothing on the covers,
There’s no one there to look,
Only once long lost lovers.

Blank is how I feel inside,
Bland is my favorite taste,
Blank is how I once died,
Bland is the stare on my face.

They lower their eyes in silence,
At once they bow their head,
Together they come with violence,
Against the one who is undead.

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