Dogs and frogs and witches all;
How many times can one man fall?
Cut the rose and watch it bleed,
Give me only what you need.
Caught up in my own facade
I can’t see the dark behind a light so broad;
An illusion, really, of my own
To think you’re not another drone.
There has to be some good around
Always sought but never found
I hold the veil fast to my eyes
Lest I look upon my own demise


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