All my hand wringing
is completely chafing
these distorted dreams
once my private domain
now rapidly slipping away...
I may lay the blame
at a variety of clay feet
kicking me in my delusions
but the cracked mirror before me
is a relentless adversary
which hands out refracted reflections
of my decaying world
rapidly losing it's substance
and any hope of personal redemption
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