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I drain the light from the dark just to make it last.
Injection of fear.
Face to the looking glass.
These are not my cobwebs or how the papers ran.
If I raise on a wounded faith, would you judge my hand?
And what can I expect of this?
Confusion spawns the powerless.
Last moment with these eyes.
I watch the world slide by.

Rewrite the script.
Run it backwards go over again.
Nothing in man is true.
And I don’t see any difference in you.
Accepted to exist.
In the hollow with a chain on my wrists.
No means to be through.
Still I wait here with the beaten and bruised.