The light fades into the darkness of my inner self.
The misguided fortitude I once called friend
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fails me, keeps me bound to the grinding of failure
The angel I flew upon derives only to be a trickster
And I stumble upon the ground I never thought I
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...thought I would never have to feel upon my soul again
Flitting that thought keeps me chained to the pain of...
...of walking on that broken glass called despair.
I clutch towards the feelings of long ago alliances
The sword bared, hammered from faith I held to
Rusts under the moon itself that I once howled to
Fighting to, striving to, singing to...
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Even those songs are empty now, joy wasted.
The game has become deadly, and I have no weapon...
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no weapon to help me fight it.