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Abused and torn in two

A vision composed of black and blue

The decaying stability of which I possess

Forces me to grow forever restless



You'll never guess now

I lost my spark in the rain

I understand the consequence

I accept, yet I refrain



My thoughts are open

Yet desperate and cold

I have returned to the market

Where my life force was sold



I've traveled to the end

To hell and back again

Impossible as it may seem

I can do anything when I sleep



Unfortunately for me

Sleep is quite rare

A change of atmosphere

May open a new voice to share



Control isn't the issue

I feel for the wounded

A bright light in the darkness

Is a lost soul gone deluted



I stand on the edge of my system

Staring into my eyes

I don't understand what I'm seeing

I thought this boy had died



The living have passed

The others watch from below

And as we dig ourselves deeper down

We cry as the enigma grows.



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