Slowly wasting away
Watch the shadows dance, the lights flash
And I can't even move
Rush of fatigue
And there's no power left, no will
Left to rot in the middle of the crowd
Past catches up
Wears down to the bitter core
No more sugar, hitting hard
The truth is inevitable
Aching temple of grace
Forever the sound of the pound of the heart
Dying without another
Summoned to dependence
Sweet betrayal in the air
Without a voice or a crime
Simply the stab of the back,
With empty smile.
Memory shimmies from sight
Somehow turned to reality
Stand up for mistakes
Clear the wake.
 
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