Why must my existence be stained with the residue of your unwanted fingers
A mind undermined and inveigled into a majestic horror
Like a mouse in your trap you enticed me with something you were never going to give
But do you truly understand the depth of that which haunts me?
At the end of the day all we have is who we are
But i don’t know who I am anymore
I am afraid of my own insignificance
And I find myself back again
Gazing into the empty caverns of my soul
And I know that hollow simply commands to be replenished
But how can one furnish a burning building?

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