Balancing Act...
Back against the wall
the room seems shrinked
ready for the weak to fall
Staring forward with dispair
it really doesn't seem fair
the attackers strong in their own lair
Anger growing inside
white danger bleak refusing to abide
never ever confide
Fear and death no longer a threat
logic no longer the vet
stillness and withdrawel the sanity net
Loss realisation strong and pungent
Sinking with lead chains false glitter
Tainted fog and mist, plates up a dish called bitter
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