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I've hit a wall chasing myself

Running circles I need help

I need to lead my life again

Admit that my actions

They will mold my fate

As though my life itself

Was the soft clay

A faceless horror

Stripped of life and color

Preys upon anyone that would

Corrupted thoughts fill my mind

Intrusive, destructive in kind

I hide myself away

Away from those I hurt today

But finally I'm starting to see

The image that I have

Created of me

A faceless horror

Stripped of life and colour

Preys upon anyone that would

Care

Care for me

Pull the tail from your mouth

Tear yourself from the cycle

I'm reaching out

I'll hold on to anything

To pick me back up on my feet

I stumble

As I fail to pick up the pieces

Of my broken, shattered illusion I call life

And as the hands of time twist their dirty little fingers

They place the spaces in between

Pull the tail from your mouth

Tear yourself from the cycle

Ouroboros

Ouroboros

The cycle repeats