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Laying in the black of night
I feel a touch much like my own.
Cold and sinister
Yet consuming...
In a way it feels like home.
In the days to come
The war begins...
My stomach turns making me sick...
As I sit in my whole of self-
Mutilation and grief
I realize there is so much more to be seen.
Many a blue sky to wonder why
And green grass to grow in sighs...
Many an ocean to gaze upon as its legacy unfolds
in the crest of every ripple
And so many trees and mountains to climb...
One by one they fall off their cliffs...
People I mean
Like me l
Like you
Like they...
So blind to the world
Though their eyes do see...
Hearts shut tight
Wandering aimlessly through this imaginary
playground some call life and others call hell...
Which tunnel shall I cover my tracks with
Which road shall I take to succeed
Which signs should I read and follow
When will I know if what my heart wants is what I need
Truth
Honor
Loyalty
Who knows when or what you
Choose
You do...
I do...
I think you do...
Do you?