World ablaze
In a haze
Screeching hault
To overlook your fault
Tears bleed and lips are parched
Seeking answers that are hard
Shut down, shut the world out
Cave in when despondency sprout
Why respond when eyes seek
Emptiness within, like you are meek?
Last out, be yourself
But who says consequences aren't real?

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