A Rise to Our Dismantling

From sleepless dreams when will I wake?
Freed from fears of past mistakes . . .
I’ll pay with time to wear this burden
strong. I’ll fight, to make it home tonight,

Drawn beneath, lured to the darkest state,
Fleeting cares that I’ll forsake,
Worn by time. By curses’ weight,
Gone. No strength. Can’t make it home tonight.

Will I stand here inside?
Will I stand here and die?

Echoes . . . Constant fear.

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