Twist this heart,
Fiery eyes and arctic lies.
The truth would be too clean.
Fake what you feel,
Heart of Gold, Believe what you're told.
And soul-less go unseen.
Slip back to black,
Faded goal to complete the whole.
I know exactly what you mean.
Wrack forgotten dreams,
Set free to choose, but chained to views.
Lost cause to illusion's sheen.
When wrenched to the end,
Cares cast at last to the wind,
When false masks shall finally fall,
Then true reclamation might slowly begin,
And the Last Time shall Pay For All...
~ C.L.R. ~
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