Dried up tears irrigate
The soul is as fertile as can be
Open to anything and everything
Waiting to answer that proverbial call
Spurting growth
Awakened dreams appear
Reality and fantasy a blur
About to pull that dagger out of you
I vaguely remember taking an oath
Tonight I lay here my head in limbo
Will they come for me now?
Those demons are a crafty bunch
Prying and sneaky as always
Tempted to leap out that window
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