THE SIGHT

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Tears stream down my face,
Pain spreads through my veins.
At the sight before me,
Making my knees weak.

I crumble and fall,
Down and down I go with no sign to rise.

My lips fumble,
My heart still trembles.
At the sight before me,
Clouding my vision and my mind to speak.

Dizziness makes it's way through the pain,
Dissolving further and further in my brain.

I can't breathe,
I can't think.

The sight before me gets uglier every second,
All the despair making it's way in my head.

Sadness in my heart and with no courage left,
I try to stand but fall again.

Moving on all fours I crawl instead,
I've got to get away from here,
I've got to get somewhere else.

But the sight before me moves along,
Scarring it's way through and sticking out like thorns.

At long last I get away,
I run so far with nowhere to stay.

The sight doesn't budge much to my relief,
But it's already scarred me and reminds me of my deed.

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