in the still of the night
i'm thinking about
everything i am
that people fail to see
but that i know exists
in the human abyss
like the december evening
cold and desolate
with no end in sight
masks and layers
resistant to love and prayers
heroes are those
that conjure the contra
i am smoke and mirrors alike
incapable of discerning wrong from right
who i am is who you'll hate
hearts, minds and soul are what i'll break
it's all i know
heartbreaking and soulshaking
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