No Backup Plan

March 30, 2017
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No backup plan,

no second chance,

no bail set to pay. 


In a box in the closet,

the names of victims stay.

At the tips of my fingers, 

their fears never fade. 


Their cries in the darkness, 

amuse me through each pitch.

No one can hear you. 


Sirens pierce my ears, 

fear now fills me. 

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