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A sense of overwhelming fear

Hovering over me is a dagger

A look of accusation etched upon your face

Beneath me is a throne of glass and thorns

Hollowness is all I feel

No tears, no blood, all that just a trail

With pennies of uncertainty heavy in my pocket

I took a ferry down the river, only for it to reach a fall

I hurtle down to fall into the throne

No longer is the red in your face

Taking in my surroundings,I realise it's my fantasy

A gold light blanketing me and I soar higher than ever




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