The Way Out

Civil Elegies

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I hide behind my leaves
Each a cascade
Each a regret
Your visage appals me

I sicken myself
I see everything and
I refuse my deepest tragedy

A blade rip through my face
A weapon cut my eyes
The tendons tear away
The prop will now suffice

I am the truest self and
I refuse my deepest tragedy

Hide behind my leaves
Each a cascade
Each a regret