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Dust choked mirror reflects dark sunken
orbs beneath crescent moon halves
Mutated skin wrists hang from frail
fractured limbs of tormented sinew

I've been here before and I know the routine
I've seen this before and I know what it means

Luna disc penetrates silver shards
across splintered boards of decline
Concentric circles of aching frown sends
ripped muscles into relentless spasm

I've been here before and I know the routine
Three hundred and sixty degrees
Right back down on my hands and knees
Three hundred and sixty degrees

I've seen this before and I know what it means
Three hundred and sixty degrees
Right back down on bloodied knees
Three hundred and sixty degrees

Skeletal digits stab jagged points into
broken face lingering in hopeless gawp
Déjà vu taunts and amplifies grief
filled pearls of salt stinging open wounds

I've seen this before and I know what it means
I've been here before and I know the routine

Stiffened facial expression of faith lost man
known as beast where little else compares
Dwelling within on the fringe of the brittle and
crumbling wall of inner haunting and remorse

Arc of hatred paints impure line across
hoarse and exposed chords of sound
Gurgled grin of remembrance falls silent
as tobacco stained breath expels existence

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