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I am this shadow; I was born of this fight,

But my dark places teach the beauty of light,

The night is overripe and the enemy grows younger,

Hope is a demon sent to nourish my hunger,

Which would I rather suffer surrender or defeat,

I would claim a victory from a dead-heat,

But I’ll never be a servant you’ll have to make me a slave,

Let this fight take the fighter to the grave.

And is it this,

Oh I can’t live with this,

And is this it,

How can I live like this.

Phantom howls make me feel like a desperate dove,

Waiting for that push to become that inevitable shove,

As my memories they mutate to mythologies,

And my defenses feel like apologies,

Till I don’t know if I want or wish or believe or think,

I just know my psyche is too psyched to sync,

I’m an animal so I move toward my next meal,

You’re a gentle killer but you can still count on the kill.

And is it this,

Oh I can’t live with this,

And is this it,

How can I live like this.

You are the bread between wanting and waiting,

The god of destroying what I am creating,

A abstract victim of the evanescent now,

And I can’t tell the why from the how,

As I figure by fury I’m slowly undone by days,

And wearied of the world and its drop dead ways,

But I suppose this emptiness will have to do,

Because if I’m not the revolution than neither or you.

I draw new lines,

As you erase me,

The ghost of my signs,

Will replace me.

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