Damocles In Me
the sword looms overhead
here i sit rags to riches
but any moment to be dead
when it falls hope only it misses
I rule my feelings
with an iron-clad cage
but from the sword on the ceiling
i feel the immiting rage
my locked heart bends
i am a stranger
to my own friends
that is the danger
of the damocles in me
visable for all to see
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