The concentration drifts

In and out of me

Conversation slides away

Turn and face the change in apathy

Take a rise to fall

Won't you save me

Don't you blame me

I got the feel that I'm gone - turn to dust

Sentence

Rape me

Segregate me

I got the fear that I am gone - turn to dust

Slave or sympathy it atrophies

Save but ancient hearts

Hiding scars and knives in symphonies

Still we rise to fall

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