theres the steady drip drip
as your lifeblood slips away
when these days of dark insanity spell only yet dismay
when the system has no give
nor yet the right to live
you walk through this bleak winter
where the cold bites hard as hell
tillyou've searched each and every corner
at the bottomof this wishing well
whilst the air within the air tanks
turns staler
and the figure on the horses back who beckons
yet is paler
knowing only the enclosing
as the future slips away
whilst the villans in the piece
always get away
where those whose own integrity
they surely would forsake
seem to care for nothing
but only what they take

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