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Have you ever felt that?

So called friends staring hungrily into your lifeless form.

Eagerly waiting for you to tumble down,

the empty void of jagged and broken souls.

Gone.
No one will remember.
"Shhh.."

Did mom ever taught you how to filter?

Enemies and friends
you see,

take a similar irking form. 

Slowly engulfing your naive little head 
in their sharpened fingers made of trophied skulls.

Pawns.
Everyone blinded.
"Shhhh.."

Can you tell apart the angels and demons?

Can you really,
distinguish,
their difference?

Who wins and claims you as prize,
is dictated by the fate of a cruel game
in which you are nothing but a spectator.

Angels masked in golden diamonds.
Demons concealed in obsidian rags.

Labeled.
Stereotyped to perfection.
"Shhhhh.."

Tick tock

...

Tick tock

...

Tick tock

"Keep running little mouse..."

Keep your eyes awake.

Don't get too close.

Listen to this toy,

Now worn and torn.

A life

no longer.

"Time's up little mouse..."

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