Unsafe to rue what's no longer life,
I'm told that it is futile,
To wish and waste for moments passed and paint my hate a while,
Oh the glory days, how they were filled with rage,
My future self lamented,
I lost my way amongst the path of a thousand fears demented,
Mirror reflecting, mirror refusing,
The picture-me- distorted,
Each time I touch it's turned to air, my apathy exhausted,
This night I stalk an unsafe street,
Embrace the sky's dark ink,
Above me falls, I'm drowning here, and from misery I drink
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