closing in; to a place I’ve known before
where I build is torn down; elusive
I cannot get close to them anymore
legacy is a state of mind, untrue and unkind
stepping deeper into despair, I am blind
disliked for my phoney, the truth to bare;
Is a place that I am; yet do not dare
perpendicular through a looking glass
In this world I know, there is no care
I trust no one; then no one dare
taunted by loneliness, in this place of here and now
nothing but the fear; running off my brow
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