My dreams are my shadows
Always following me, always wanting my attention
An attention to detail
trying to derail the train of man made butchery
As I breathe in and out
I feel a stalker about
Although in my head
I still feel fresh blood on my hands
siren's whisper false hymns
wanting me to...
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