Now confined to my sense of turmoil taking
From my silenced
An eluded violent catharsis
A moral state beyond the blade I
On the inside I am breathing
There is no hope or
Heavy foot steps still remind me
How you would say goodnight
The
Could take my own life to forget an hideous past
How
Reduced so your now a felon to this age
Feigned behind
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