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Darkness, a peaceful prison, trapping thought Silence, the golden blade, cuts deep Loneliness, the endless maze where I rot Anger through my veins does it creep -- This part came out on the fly. Above is more intended-- I am the one who knows not of love The one meant only as a tool Forced to look up at those above They stand on my head as a stool. Only ever used to reach the top Cast aside without remorse As I shout "stop stop stop" No one ever listens of course