we're dancing on the edge of a knife,
pirouettes upon a razor,
numb to the pain and in our minds
we're following an enchanter's fife.
we're walking though we're blind,
unaware of what we can do,
mice with mangled tails,
we have no idea, no fucking clue.
we're running out of time
to fling our souls askew,
broken bodies with broken wings,
treading on restless strings.
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