your regrets crystallize in your frozen eyes
a polluted faith floats above
in marred skies
when creation only creates destruction
a tar pit no one has ever escaped
reflections are the only distraction
from looking into the abyss
yet those tear deep within
at the bottom of the pit
where fallen dreams find no avail
this hell of your manifestation
in late nights
and hours too early of day
you think you've won
in the rising of the sun
as the shadows recede and fade
yet a simple turn of the head
a glance over the shoulder
is all it is waiting for
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