I live on the edge of a scream
A pale figure thin like cloud of steam.
I wonder razor sharpness of a dark abyss
While freedom and respect bark, salivate and hiss
Like hungry dogs or poison snakes
In truth just mundane fakes.
I hide in shadows from now on
Untill all those who know me are gone
I will be ready to creep out
When I'm bereft of all, left out
And noone's here to see me carry on!
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