*
You bought the lie, and sold me
out.
From catacombs of your self-doubt.
Hid your eyes from the dim light
A candle flame against the night
Your soul endangered from within
Protected, guarded from the wind
That blew from outside windows through
The damp stone walls of this cold
room
Where you've kept you soul a secret
Dim light so blinding in the dark
This place you've built with all
your heart
This place you hide in your glass
cage
Lit with kleiglights; you're on
stage
An act, though stunning, it's not
real
You never show just how you feel.
Impressed, the world just passes by
With nods of heads, contented sighs
It shows you its approval.
But you know this is all a game.
It's all a sham, and it's a shame
That you could see this little light
Glimmering, burning in the night
Shimmering from something real
Do not trust what it made you feel
That narrow, piercing tentacle
Forced you off your pedestal
Shimmering from something real
Do not trust what it made you feel
That narrow, piercing tentacle
Forced you off your pedestal
Fire pure and fire so true
Too bright for you to stare into
Fire is such a simple thing,
Too unsophisticated.
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