Rolling back from my own grave
Not a doubt, a disbelief
Straight for the sun wishing left was right
Ignorance follows in ugly treads
Each a loss for the other
Drifting nigh in a charmed citadel
Step through the life of a mother
Weep into porcelain pools
Struck down by a painted man
With darkened hair
And a weathered kind of breath
You found a different way
Another kind of death
Each day, a new found curse
Held beneath your tangled wire
Each, and every kind of new found exit
How can you ever cope
Creeping, and flirting with never-ending progress
Can you stoop where you once stood
How can you even cope
Every night, you lie awake
Sheltered by a roof of silk
Striding by your bedside
Unseen and cloaked in white
As you pale
With the hounds on your heels
A cold shiver stings through your palms
Weep into porcelain pools
Birsting with stride
Clutching your soul at your side
Leave behind your cost and worth
Exit excess
The truth grays
Reeling and drowning
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