once upon a time in a line of great few lucid minds

there came a light on,  what it means to be half right

you can sit and dream of what you can be,  and never move

you can break the seals of a heart, and lock it in a room

hanging on with all you might

as you scraped it to the bone

never knowing what she said

as she drove your drunk as home

hell is falling,  along for  all the rain

on your knees your crawling,   you forgot her name

it's no small feat you skinned your kness

sell it to yourself enough and you'll  beleive

all that's left is on your chest and on your sleeve

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