The concentration drifts

In and out of me

Conversation slides away

Turn and face the change in apathy

Take a rise to fall



Won't you save me

Don't you blame me

I got the feel that I'm gone - Turn to dust



Sentence

Rape me

Segregate me

I got the fear that I am gone - Turn to dust



Slave or sympathy it atrophies

Save but ancient hearts

Hiding scars and knives in symphonies

Still we rise to fall



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