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When did the woods get dark again?

I thought I’d made it out this time.

Catch and release on repeat,

on repeat, on repeat.

The same old death march

puts me to sleep.

Nowhere to run, nothing to scream

when it’s just you and me.

I’ve never felt this held,

but could you let me go?

There’s nothing left to give.

What else is left to owe?

Bound and unwound, I’m free to grieve

everything that death takes from me.

The inevitable above all,

so intoxicating and banal.

Bound and unwound, I’m free to grieve

everything that death takes from me.

What do you mean the bastard ain’t dead yet?

I watched him drown in a burst of flames.

Freedom of choice taken hostage

by the need to escape.

A lucid dream caught in a freeze frame.

A final cut that hasn’t yet taken shape.

I’ve never felt this held,

but could you let me go?

There’s nothing left to give,

but everything to owe.

The same old dread

of the same old dread

won’t let me wake up yet.