Tendencies

It gets complicated in the waking light
Fierce, it bruises my sight
Reminds me there's no shine in my insides
Often, I forget I'm alive
In hiding I wish to die
Diversions accompany the time
Still the damage is refined
My dismay, irons' pride
Im hoping I've served my time
Embracing all these crimes
As doors to something I'm missing
Yet has no gain




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