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With each passing of a single day,

Another tatter forms and frays.

A question left for future time,

A chaotic frame of simple rhyme.



I dream,

I scream.

I fly,

I cry.



Broken glass cascades like waves,

Tis’ only love that fights and saves.

These memories so fragile and torn,

Fill me with searing fear and scorn.



You’re alone,

Afraid.

You’re worthless,

Unemployed.



So many years of verbal lies,

So many years of fails and tries.

A demon veil that clouds my eyes,

We all hide beneath a tainted guise.



A mirror,

A knife.

A memory,

A life.



Sleep eludes from this worry’s strain,

Why can’t you feel my scorching pain?

Gears inside quiver as I start to quake,

Will this damage mend before I break?