The Battle of consciousness
A labyrinth of truth,
And lies smartly overlain
Running from a past,
Clashing with the present,
To see a sunrise tomorrow
Reaching for a peak,
And numbed by ice,
To live in the clouds,
Above my nightmares,
Disturbing silhouettes,
And moving shadows
I know what I did,
My hands shiver,
And knees so weak
Reliving every second,
Of the dark night,
And each image so vivid
To forget that permanently written,
On a stone wall inside a cave,
Is to break down the walls in my mind,
To kill me from the inside,
And living without a soul
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