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Victim
My eyes close, the world is gone.
Nothing there, nothing wrong.
I hold on, soothing to sleep.
My paralysis, I'm in too deep.
On the hunters beck and call.
Who am I, I cannot fall.
The world is gone, I am alone.
Wait, there's someone home.
Who are they, victim in the mirror.
They look like me, lies so sheer.
They smile, like me they cry.
But the victim can only die.
Nothing there, nothing wrong.
I hold on, soothing to sleep.
My paralysis, I'm in too deep.
On the hunters beck and call.
Who am I, I cannot fall.
The world is gone, I am alone.
Wait, there's someone home.
Who are they, victim in the mirror.
They look like me, lies so sheer.
They smile, like me they cry.
But the victim can only die.
Published 15th Feb 2014
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