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Lost in transition

Transient ambience transforms amorphous

Light beams for malicious energy transferal

I’m not giving up hope

Sometimes it’s easier to choke

Climb my bones

and I know we’ll clear the smoke

Four lines mark my weakness

My sickness that won’t heal

It takes me, and breaks me, and holds me down

Find me face down in the ground

These wounds seem to heal

Cascading through endless wheels

Falling through my head, alone in the dark

A chance exchange of pain to bring my hands back to my reins

I’m not giving up hope

Sometimes it’s easier to choke

Climb my bones

and I know we’ll clear the smoke