The muse is nowhere
From the scalpel
Covered in chrome and dust
Words twisted beyond belief
Hung by the neck swaying in the breeze
Deja vu as time travels the same ground
Repeated
Disbelieving
Standing insecure at the crossroads yet again
Looking from within
I fall to my knees
Hollow in thought
Insensitive to light
Dirt tastes the same
Bitterness carries in this breeze
Until I see a sun
Refracted in diamonds
I find it hard to smile
A mirror shows the same
Burdens carried upon my back
Heavy be this load
Spoken on a twisted tongue and vision
Reflected in the way you live
Lies you bathed in
Lies you coated me in
Finding it hard to hold my head up high
Hollow eyed I stare
Nothingness is less forgiving
Shimmer glistens from the Devils slide
As dust blends with blood
Easing my pain forevermore
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