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REIGN
Cutting through the daylight haze,
no one here,is really there.
Screaming at the mirror's face,
no one here,is really there.
Talking to my gun again,
none of you are ever here.
Am I the sleeping,am I the dead?
no one here,is really there.
Midnight's afghan arms enfold.
Comfort me inside your hold.
The rest of my fucked up life I know...
No one here,will ever care.
no one here,is really there.
Screaming at the mirror's face,
no one here,is really there.
Talking to my gun again,
none of you are ever here.
Am I the sleeping,am I the dead?
no one here,is really there.
Midnight's afghan arms enfold.
Comfort me inside your hold.
The rest of my fucked up life I know...
No one here,will ever care.
Published 3rd Oct 2013
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