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third from the left, center to the right

abrasive, and disconsolate, emerging from the night

distill the light, the dimmest sight

what i thought was wrong, was always right



always down the same path, but different every time

collapsing and decaying, beneath the ladders i shall never climb

all was thrown away before i could get it together

open your eyes, past this disguise you will never sever



under the skin, all the tortures within

needles and pins, will ease away all the sin

yet another day past i'm sure to forget

carefully placed in this moment i'll soon regret



a soul gone under, all plight and plunder,

light gone without thunder

all my past will never last, future comes too fast,

the present was never even there to begin with



scabbed hands caress this wounded machine

cuts and scratches, all skin and bones between

failure of the system, you know the drill

despair of me, for I’ve learned the art of nill



...but sometimes the weak, crawl out from underneath….