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He's tripping in the dark, the blindness
Caresses the crisp shivering air erasing
The future ahead
And his marauding past confessing
To no one out there who could listen, also deaf

Others stumbling, gnawing through the flesh
Getting in the way of their plunder chipped nails
Scratching
Scratching out and away from the wails
That are nothing if not also their own

Collapsing his thoughts the chimes in the crying
Distance count down to his first breath, and the last
A memory inside a memory
Through the nightmare that would cast
A dawn such as this upon him, mercilessly

Choking in the betrayal of his senses, reaching
For despairs final resting place outside
A fragile essence, the see through
Part of him wishes to stay there and hide
At a loss of will which is that of a dying man

But the strings are not his own to pull, a puppet
He's drawn, he knows he's left her alone
So nothing guides him
But her shackled cries from the unknown
Like a sound that shakes his lungs, feigning his heartbeats

He goes ever forward