Omen
Remorse
regrets
escape
return,
his head in his hands.
Neon lights,
it’s like it’s protecting
itself or something,
you have this look
like you're keeping
a secret or something.
Shade,
what haunts a man's mind
in the night
is what rules him.
Give a man freedom of choice
and you give him temptation.
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