These days I don't look around much
I stare at the screen until the dawn
Tell myself what I want to hear
Tell myself just ignore the fear
No point in placing any blame
These days I don't bow to a soul
I stay driven insane by the dithering droll
Keeping in mind the kindness of scale
That I'm a grain of sand in a pale
Lugged around by some little kid
I am bored of the pain; the anger disdain
I am bored of how I still hurt me
Like a rat in the wall, heeding tragedy's call
A monster that wants to be seen
But like Mahler in two, I will breathe and come to
Rising up, like the dust after rest
What was created must perish
What perished will rise again
Cease from trembling
Prepare to live
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