Back Into Her Arms
Dreams won’t save those drowning in lies.
Taking these questions into consideration.
Failing this test, lying face down in the dirt
Waiting for execution, awaiting the quiet release.
Taking to the night, to the stillness of sound.
Waking in the quixotic, feeling quite normal.
This queer feeling normal has set inside.
Nothing except the macabre feels right.
Thinking about going back.
Back into the darkness…
Back into the depression…
Back into the pain…
Back into the one true power…
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