trying, trying, regain composure
salt bed dry upon pale washed cheek
surrender unto me the mask to hide
the love stained soul forgotten
best is worst; all left rotten
fear holds all ambition
captive against iron bars of irreality
chaos ensues upon the mind while quickening the sands of time
fall down and bloodied knee
resembles that of tortured cast
once came confess
now come repressed, confused, distressed
once open, closing fast
surrender unto me the mask to hide
beneath there cowers broken frame
best is worst; all to shame
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