Saboteur
In the light he waits
I pretend its night
And try not to see through the shadows
It creeps up
I am not scared
As I do not know to prepare
For calamity
With shock I cry and shake
Entirely rocked by you abstract vision
And abnormal choices
My face is wet
My forgiving soul is screaming
My brain knows this is how it will always be
And change is not a word in your vocabulary
But you know all the rules to every childish game
Regulations too complicated
Prize too great
My sanity, my soul
At stake
In exchange for a token to play
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