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[aftercrash_]

the wind howls my furious incompotence from all windows
my unattainable lust shattering the panes
within a handspan lies the heart of my hero
without a question i am too weak to proclaim

a scorching blackness hides his face
the sun of my soul cannot penetrate
a wisdom of longing i must learn to behold
the age of madness has been fortold

the flash of a moments' bravery is here
to call for the one i held so dear
my hero is dying to me until i grasp
my fatal unleashing concept
this mask