I see shapes in the darkness
Good of likeness
They consume my dreams
They become my dreams
Never hunted
Games of chase
Don't be daunted
Pick up the pace
Laugh through the lucid
If only you viewed
it
Representations
Symbolism
Fanaticism
Purpose stations
I feel my way
Light as a feather
Crying for you to wake up
To the red Sun Rise
The darkness waits
For you to forget
The Torch
Ready to Scorch
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