I tried to erase it
Sought to let it go
Tried to deny myself
But my heart would not negotiate
And my mind is constant warfare
You tried to live just like before
As everyone else
But my mind would not only infect itself
We breathe as to mark our existence
As to put up pictures so adequate
We waltz down the road
As lanterns on lone journeys, screaming
In the end
What we are seems to have little effect on ourselves
But mean a lot to others
Change rushing faces
Into mirrors
Reflecting sacrifice and grace
Let your breeze in
To become a storm
Open wide my doors
Be gone, dust
Be grace, like the cross

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