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Let The Show Begin...
Silent, still unbroken air, stiff with bitter cold,
I reflect on truths and lies and all that’s left untold.
Corrupted thoughts infest my head, painful visions in my eyes,
A black, clear, moonlit sky, backlit by bleak cold stars,
They give me all the light I need, to see my wretched scars.
Blocking all else out, walking towards a sound,
That I hear within the silence, with not a soul around.
This cloud of thick exhaled steam, from out my blackened lungs,
Billows white against the sky, and all of its unblinking evil eyes.
They stare down upon me, for I am ...