That demon I thought had faded into the shadows
Now creeps again into my mind.
And surely enough, my heart then follows,
Leaving nothing but my shell behind.
A wake of crushed and crumbled pieces
That once had formed such life
Is but now a projection of imagination;
A mere and useless fight.
My soul surrendered to fear itself,
The fear of repetition;
Trying so hard to see the new
But sadly with no recognition.
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