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Sinister thoughts pounce my brain
As my cheeks glow a bright scarlet
Still they fly through me like a train
Kissing me goodbye like a bullet

Escape isn't an option
These ideas fit me like a glove
Nailing me shut in my coffin
There above flies a black dove

Buying time is the only solution
Trying not to back down
Running to hide Doesn't work in a dungeon
Hold my breath so I don't drown.



The center of the storms hit.
Look down the barrel ease off the trigger
I didn't submit, I didn't submit.


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