Cracks appear far before the fall
Should I look at myself now?
Steeped in depths of feeling
Unknown sorts not defined
Is this out of context?
Twisted torture in the darkness
Such need not be
Yet the break away of the familiar
Keeps waking me at night
Such sleepless days cause my heart to explode
With unruly activity
Not that which is entirely true
Do I rein myself in?
Do I let myself go?
Cyclical years
A decade
Three
I am not the Master of me
I am not the Master
Shattered glass
Cracks appear far before the fall
Catching light in their cutting ways
Bleeding resistance is all that's left
Should I look at myself now?
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