Tired of lying for a living
Of hiding behind this steel mask
While unseen wounds accumulate
As tribute for a feeble soul
But the show must go on.
Sleep only comes
With insufficient lullabies
In dreamless lands
Where angels refuse to tread
And guardians are too weary
To settle uncertainties.
Pain and cold taking their rightful place
Veiling costs too steep
Behind tokens of solace.
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