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I am blinded by the north

And to those behind, I choose not to see

These pillars rising, they form a cage

With behemoths to the west of me

I'm by nothing, for all to know

I can't stop shouting about the pits

People listen, checking the time

The moment's passed with it

I am poet, wreckage and all

I choose to cling for the sake of grief

I'm nowhere close, not to you

I wish I were some times

I wonder if, while heading through

That she could've taken a piece with her

I shrug it off, time will tell

If broken is the word to use

To suit my needs, I alternate

Between the me, the dark, the neutral face

And now that I've lost control

I feel it all set to shuffle

I hurt, like the rest

And I pine, like some of you do

Beginning to wane, it'll come back again

To take its toll a little softer

When I keep my eyes open wide

I come to terms with the stupid in me

So I keep them shut, and dream all day

A daydream to shoo all the clutter away

Solutions so small, maybe so simple

But what would I know about anything at all

It'll be fed to me, like a hapless boy

Who can't sit still in his high chair

And by that precaution I'll cry to myself

Trying my best to silence the sobs

My hurt is so distant, miles from here

I just can't seem to shake it

I tire of the siren, the droning and dull

Spitting from my teeth like a command from above

I wish it to cease but it relieves me of me

And all the less of me, is all that I need

I used to feel acquainted, a bit more than now

Knowing the process, how I should try

But the static has settled, aglow in my eyes

And now it seems, I shock everything I touch.