Keeping ahead of the sunrise
Leaving behind false trails and strange words
Praise draws near, like moth to the flames
Unaware of the mortal danger
We do not understand your song of tongues
We cannot fathom your dance of knives
We fear it
It is in our best interest to run and hide
We are cowards.
We do not see with our eyes, or hear with our ears.
We observe with our brains, and not with our feelings as we should.
You had no innuendo, no motive.
You gave us the truth, virgin and bare.
We clothed it back up, put it on a pedestal, and finally set it ablaze.
We tarnished your heart of gold.
So you locked it up, threw it to the sea, and left us all for dead.
But I am still here.
You can still save me.
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