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A reality in the eyes of the insane Where angels’ dust burns your brain Dark clouds never touch the horizon And the stars obscure the sun To see a vision, dance with grace And a game skip a man in place Without a mark or hope of fire Dissolves away the driving desire When you want, and want, and want The seas run dry and taunt To do something more, becomes a bird Striking in the pain, like it always should Peace and rest, in hot coals it seems A possibility deadened by lost dreams A demon’s truth was the only cry That I wanted to try, was never a lie