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Those glaring, blinding lights cover every ugly scar,

Their soothing words promise peace, yet peace is always far.

My heartbeat falters, steady like a distant drum,

Trapped inside this fog, longing for what's yet to come.

These potions twist my mind, leave shackles on my soul,

Each new prescription pulls me deeper down this hole.

Under doctor’s orders, I swallow one more bitter pill,

Hoping for a spark, but life feels distant and still.

Behind their sterile masks, they offer promises so faint,

Stripping my spirit clean, but I refuse to be their saint.

These potions twist my mind, leave shackles on my soul,

Each new prescription pulls me deeper down this hole.

I search within the haze for a cure that they can't find,

A light beyond their grasp—it's in my heart, not in my mind.

I’ll shatter the glass and rise beyond their lines,

See the world again through unfiltered signs.

These potions twist my mind, leave shackles on my soul,

Each new prescription pulls me deeper down this hole.

I search within the haze for a cure that they can't find,

A light beyond their grasp—it's in my heart, not in my mind.