I try to throw off all disguise…
It must be hard, it seems being wise…
You cry roast meat, unleash your rage,
A potent drug….A pure page…
At shouting pitch I mesh the fog
Uncharted life…A timid knock…
You care love is but a span
I set my jaw, I’ve got no plan
Corrosive pain of constant fear
It’s not your fault… I’m in the clear…
They often talk for talking’s sake
You strike me dumb…All of a shake
I rush into extremes afresh…
I plead for time, do in a flesh…
Accord of souls…the war with past…
Please do save me…save me…you must….
do save me
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