Self Death

Lingering like the vapours of a dream
Still and like a silhouette
Softly moving shadows
Dance upon their wicked faces

Know not what they do
Know not what they seek
For self is seeking self
But blindly looking past

The veil is as it seems
The only thing that is
Torn up right in front of you
Killing all your doubts

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