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awaken
this, another day enslaved
in gray
no black
no gray

make up your mind lad
what shall it be
if it matters

i can't even turn off the lights
and be alone in my darkness

it's not bright enough
but too bright to hide the dark
i can't even pretend

though it may pass
it surly will come again
with it's sharp blade of steel
touching my back
a prick of red
but only a drop to remind me
of mortality

and i shall shiver and protest the
harshness of this sentence
but upon deaf ears