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Severed by these thoughts
My demons tempt me
Held bound  by locks
Here I am, a cup half empty

Burdened by this weight I carry
Stumbling down Satan’s alley
revelations are seeded
My options vary

The cards begin to fold
pieces of the puzzle scatter
My heart begins to grow cold
so far gone nothing else matters

Like a rose
Hiding its thorns
A halo above my head
Hiding the horns

Bound to the mask
distorted perception
Clock burns too fast
like clouded inception

Walking the steps
That destroy most
I can see the end now
Through the wondering ghost