Tired, but can't sleep

Hungry, but can't eat.

Weak, but can't fall.

Predetermined to fail.

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What should you do,

When the darkness plunders back in?

How can something so broken,

Ever be expected to fix anything?

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Heartbeat wavers.

Breathing hitches.

Stomach lurches.

Is such a norm possible?

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Who will come to save you,

When everyone only sees the mirror?

Where can you go,

When responsibility and authority block the exit?

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Doubt descends.

Hope flees.

Safety withers.

Emptiness pervades.

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Why bother running,

When it will all just keep happening?

When the final drums sound

Will you be ready to embrace the end?

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We're all just mirrors around the sun,

Dreaming of misbegotten lies and causalities.

Ready your grave,

Que the fallout.