Up came an epiphany of grandeur in the soliloquy of my demise
Short lived after the past of bad blood presented its compromise
It spoke so sweetly while bearing the bad news
Like the sting of pleasure from the alcoholic sipping the booze
The demons in my head once arrested during a traffic stop
But now loose and on the run back to the top
Blood boils cold with my head to some doomsday prophecy
Alone inside finding comfort there’s nothing left of me
No song to sing
No pain to bring
No yesterday
No come what may
Fallen short of glory, left to the penance of the plain
Gone the extra mile to reach a face with no name
Eluding is the chance to avoid the cataclysm riding in on the storm
Embracing the darkness left in the broken promise of its truest form
It’s the plundering of loneliness during the madness of this eclipse
Though I speak into the silence, not a word is heard beyond my lips
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