the writing on the wall

tonight is
a cave

with a
hundred thousand bats

eyes
watching me shout

tonight is
a slave

born in a
wasteland wasted

to mindless
peons

I crave for
daylight

tonight is
my shackled dream

tonight I
seek you

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