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I looked into the eyes of a wounded man

The tears tremble at his brim

I cannot save him

I cannot save him

His eyes cry out to me hoping I care enough to

Rescue him from his self loathing

The earthquake within him is threatening, he tries to conceal

But I can see the deep oceans of pain that need to be healed

And I cannot risk drowning. I cannot risk the vacuuming whirlpool



My prophetic eyes are wide open

I will not shut them

I see a painful future with him

I must escape his hot pursuit

He is so tenacious like a rowdy youth

But I cannot risk the undertaking of his over taking me

I will run to the hills for there is a foreboding mystery

That I have already solved

Closing my eyes will cause it to evolve

Its manifesting will bring about my extinction

I run away I run away, from this set-up annihilation

Do not chase me, do not catch,

Your cockatrice eggs will hatch

Leave me be

Leave

Me

To be free