Burning in the fire of anxiety,
Striking his swords with sobriety,
Abandoned heart of the lonely soul,
Unaware of the feeling of whole
Deriving strength from the night,
As his spirit begins to ignite,
Hammered into the malleable state,
Left awake in the forger's wait
As silence begins to creep in,
Crawling deep within his skin,
Whispering to break all chains,
Set himself free of all constrains
Darkness holding his hand tight,
Unwilling to let him experience light,
Unmindful of this maze of miseries,
He's caught up in his memories
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