The Battle of consciousness
A labyrinth of truth, 
And lies smartly overlain
Running from a past, 
Clashing with the present, 
To see a sunrise tomorrow
Reaching for a peak, 
And numbed by ice, 
To live in the clouds, 
Above my nightmares, 
Disturbing silhouettes, 
And moving shadows
I know what I did, 
My hands shiver, 
And knees so weak
Reliving every second, 
Of the dark night, 
And each image so vivid
To forget that permanently written, 
On a stone wall inside a cave, 
Is to break down the walls in my mind, 
To kill me from the inside, 
And living without a soul                
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