Will they ever see the eyes that bleed to perceive,
Doubt feeds the sounds of shadows pouncing to grieve,
I wipe the tears of countless fears left for years,
Yet the infinite spark dims every passing day,
Dismay laced with hope yet it all falls away,
Fading and racing for answers that grow ever distant,
The faster you travel the farther they go,
Ever so long the pit echoes below,
A stark contrast to the pain in my grasp,
Hold on for dear life through slander and strife,
The edge of a knife gripped by my throat,
Don't choke for your words if you can't cope,
Struggling for air as I hang by the rope
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