I wake from the dream into reality Dark Cold Alone My heart pounds a mad staccato Hard Loud A drone I am desperate for a moments solace Free of torment Free of chains Free of ropes My mind is a fortress, a house of misery No mercy No escape No hope I feel trapped within unyielding steel bars Of pain Of loss Of sorrow I reach for an ounce of clarity A new life A new horizon A new tomorrowBirth sign: Cancer
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