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Another Turn
Even the days I’m falling
I can’t help but plant my feet
Firmly on the ground below
Driven, fueled by my insanity
They pace
Have you ever noticed the world shrinking
Crushing around my hands
They clench, they hold each other close
Desperately waiting
For security to break them apart
I wait for the light to return to me
But this hell has dawned
Flowing out of the tips of my fingers
The devil writes her words by my hands
While sheltered in the dark
Burn them cursed words
And help my soul to be free again
Why can’t we ever seek a contentment
One that is a permanent race
That lives and breaths with us
Why is it that the bad things
Always seem to be the things
That linger and burn longer than
The times that lifted us towards the clouds
We fall faster than we rise
We impact harder
And take longer to heal our wounds
So may this world see us clear and pure
May we be cleansed while cursed in the dark
