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Jul 2017
Midnight passes and Im still here,
yelling to scare off the nightmares.
Tonight Im alone with my shadow,
Rasping against me like a serpent.
Again and again I make my way,
In this twisted maze I call life,
Telling myself I have to climb high,
Over this wall I built to jump from,
Racing the clock of my time bomb Soul.
Hell, why not take my time?
Even now I know Ill never make it,
Always hiding from my reflection,
Raging against the dying of light,
That was never here to begin with.
Written by
Ishmael  21/M
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