The picture is there
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The memory wonât escape me
But why should I care
Thereâs a place so dark you canât see the end
(Skies cock back) and shock that which canât defend
The rain then sends dripping acidic questions
Forcefully, the power of suggestion
Then with the eyes shut looking thought the rust and rotten dust
A spot of light floods the floor
And pours over the rusted world of pretend
And the eyes ease open and its dark again
From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core Iâve forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory wonât escape me
But why should I care
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In the memory youâll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Untl the sun rises up