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Paradox
Wordless stories recount every stacked up sight Had to die just to find where they go tonight Tumbling down just to bring every wrong to right And when my feelings dry I will recall the light Questions have added new flights of stairs All my answers will run, circling way up there I still can’t believe that nobody cares I don’t think I can climb when there’s no love to share Falling to sleep in the arms of pain Darkness shelters my thoughts as I go insane Seeping into my heart and inside my brain The stairs melt away as I forget my name Faces become desperate masks of death Either kill or become or forget myself There is no way to tell why I hold my breath As self-hate intertwines with the love I felt Out in the breeze where I lost her eyes I crawl to a place where I pray I’ll die But under the nothing I see inside I remember the questions that I hoped I’d find How did I climb when I lost my sight? If I had died how could I love the night? How can dead faces remind me of what’s right? And when I give in why do I find the light?
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