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Muse

18/3/2018

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I never thought you would get under my skin
The seeds in my bread, the bite in my gin
The fight in my spirit, the red in my blood
The fire in my forest; my thunder, my flood

Yet there you were when I rolled back my eyes
Passively judging each one of my lies
An attack of conscience in the Reaper's disguise
A flash of lava under aluminium skies

I was thinking of you as I emptied my cage
As I severed my fingers and stifled my rage
As I rinsed my corrosive blood in the rain
Thinking of you as I cried through the pain

And I thought how between us, nothing was said
But an invisible wink, a solemn nod of the head
Now your existence is etched in my brain
In a way I couldn't even hope to explain

Your omnipresence is the ghost of my prayers
Now I can no longer stand the jeers and the stares
I once could have dived, I once could have flown
Now just one of those lives you've claimed as your own


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