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[mysilentredwood]

I refuse to go down
under this, going under

The light is closing me out
under this, going under

I refuse

Today, we mark ourselves
in ways we have before;
blotting out representations
of memories with desperation

I refuse

The sweet sound of fatigue
draining from our lips
in ways we've only dreamed

I refuse to be
what my brain, my world, my lord
is calling me to be

I refuse to be yours

I refuse to go down,
struck under this chord

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The fire!
the burning scourge
of waste and red
screaming through my head

And I draw black
out from light
Turn it in on itself
sucking in all that's left

Not pain, not despair
none of these come cold
like ice
Flames that lick at wounds,
char for scabs,
hidden from the glow
the chroma,
sight