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Dim lighting hides the scene so well

It’s truly frightening

These walls grow taller by the day

No words make sense and

There’s only one way to amend

the backbone I’ve left

Laying around, gathering dust

New branch, perspective

Warm touch of grace

Yet winds blow colder

Fierce thunder in its wake

While raging powers reign

No truth nor shame

You know it all makes sense

A mind depraved

Still reaching out to find a meaning

A revelation guiding home

Worn out to wear the armour of the vivid

While stumbling on the winding road

Laying around, gathering dust

Striving, struck to the ground

Gather pieces and rebuilding

Feature, persistent

Gather pieces and rebuild

Laying around, gathering dust