Non-insistent
Always constant
Venturing down empty corridors of broken promises
The vague disarray of figures running to & fro leave me bewildered
Sinking under silken thunder running my fingers through the air
Trying not to stare into the carnal eyes of uncertainty
The certainty leaves me broken in the hands of the shadow man
When I act like this, like I'm above it all I fall further into the abyss
Further into the shadow lying in my bed
Despondent
Self-sufficient
Always constant
I venture down empty corridors of hollow promises
Sinking further into the hands of the shadow man.
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