Cloned through the time, one within other without
I an assassin, convicted on a guilt trial
Words molten and heaped, throat chocked
Smothered silence, Murdered soul,
Hauling and heaving the unuttered candor, like
Barnacles stuck to sea rock, no tide can move
Introspection ceases eclipse
Unkempt Thoughts and slaved fantasies
Saving face from wrath of the world
Locked, ricocheted strength, all drained
Darkness frozen hard no enigma could melt
Loneliness scavenging my acquaintances
Paranoid vision cannot elude abstruse pain
Guilt punches heart wrenches, emotion clouds
As the dark purple sky bring down the blue rain
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