silent reaction found dissatisfaction,
a cold chill down the spine,
where the lines begin to cross,
and the cause doesn't match the effect,
the reflection doesn't ripple,
frozen with a scar upon the soul,
surface rendered anew,
or hidden beneath a mask,
a sudden crash of reality,
brought from the past,
recollections of a future with limited possibilities,
hard to stay at ease when the tension keeps rising,
analyzing the steps toward a new path,
but distractions take hold,
and the mold begins to lose form,
a storm brings down tears full of shock,
a shot sent soaring in the mind,
sight starts to fade,
as well as the senses to evade harm,
pain takes over devouring what little light is left,
rest not able to reach,
so the release of this nightmare is nowhere close,
and so the torture continues on...
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