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Blind Man Walking In The Dark

He’s coming for you
without a reason to stop.
He’ll keep dragging you down,
until your heartbeat slows to a stop.

With eyes wide open
and a heart sewed shut,
he’ll water you down,
slowly you’ll die with every cut.

He’s the voice doubting you
the voice taking your aggravated call.
He’ll forever be your fire,
your sanctuary of sorrow, saving seats for you to fall..

Pessimist by nature, egocentric by heart.
He’s the man downstairs, the blind man walking in the dark.





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