Awake


Black curtains cast,
bloodshot eyes of blue.
Tears of the past,
read for lies true.
Soul opened wide,
in youth's guilt.
Habits died,
remaking the quilt.
Doors crumble,
truth set free.
Screams of a mumble,
eyes now see.

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