Purpose Unclear
I saw the tears flowing
Liberally down her cheeks
She went through the motions
But her eyes did not speak
My place in this waning
The purpose unclear
These sights see me backwards
I feel guardianship near
On the edge of a horror
I also feel light
A spark in the ebony
Some truth in the night
I trust who I trust
I cannot say more
I feel something greater
How to open the door?
Beneath the surface it lingers
Begging to be found
My footholds unsteady
I can't walk on this ground.
To see things so backwards
So introverted and wrong
Can't process what I'm seeing
Will these visions last long?
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