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Another night on the catherine wheel
Drawn a corner
A symphony of resounding in my head
I court a sure, death
But no quarter
A soul tears the heart from the mind
Searing is the morning, a of lights
Lost the attic
On the floor again a head full of rain
Wander with the shadows of shelter and
Bleeding in a
Fever-staggered steps and a so dry
Three liquid collapse
and chasing sirens
Five years of night and a heart made of tin
Allow sympathies the length of a table
I no brother
Lash out at their smiles and walk in through eyes
As my knowledge, the knowing
Split my being past days
In decision, in
In the severance of old
precision, in my silence
I the bitter still
Imposition, young calling
Withered kisses, or the
we stand
We stand so
Indifference, laughter
Bathes the walls of this home
So futile, all
Affectations, to roam
Ever spinning, vile
Answered to the call
The price, child yet we sit
And watch our rome fall
I am not
No, not at all