There's a lurking prison in my mind,
drifting every thoughts in an abyss of dark.
The scars healing inside of mine,
whispering wickedly waiting for a spark.
Staring into the journey of chaos,
creating a silent war through the midnight.
Silent cries, reminiscing all the flaws,
here I am, lay in bed stuck awake uptight.
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