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Brave faces, worn like armor from the knights of old,
Protecting this vessel from all but what is true and cold.
The nightmare in my lullaby is the reality in which I lay,
Dancing with fabricated conceptions, while the truth is unable to play.
Cryptic eyes can decipher the most puzzled of hearts,
Yet remain confused before the lying even starts.
The tighter the embrace, the looser the emotional ties,
Comforting a lie in order to neglect what I truly realize.
Once the limits have been breached I get what I crave,