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This broken dream entitles me to a night.
This broken night gives me death.
Fractured frame,
What was me?

Escape from the mirror,
And the memories fade.

How do I exist,
if I've forgotten who I was?

That is simply one thing,
A past,
That is no more,
And now I am now.

Without structure,
Without rhyme,
A scheme,
A purpose.

Random words are left,
Random pictures.

Arbitrary fragments,
Scattered dreams.

Still an eternal damnation.
Everyone wishes for it,
Until they receive it,
Just like Rice's creations.

Insanity is what is left behind,
When I was sucked in,
The pure bliss of love,
Giving up everything, for everything.

Change. That is what causes chaos.
Shifting. Moving away from eachother.
Darkness. Contemplation of the end.
Broken. The final end.

I give my heart away,
Always like a fool,
For if I keep it,
Surely I will crush it.