Doubt begets doubt, and the same with failure

Feeding on the voids in our hearts and the tears we cry

Grey images of defeat flicker across the sky

Besieged and self-deprecated, thoughts derailed

Isn’t it a dangerous time

When we’re left alone to ponder

Demons fester in the dark of our hearts

And set against us our minds to wonder

Our own worst enemies

And it’s clear in the night time

As the bowstring tenses then snaps

As our senses take flight and unwind

Hatred stems from sorrow and we fear the outcome

You can never outrun the fears you possess

We focus too hard and endlessly obsess

And we are broken before the rising sun

Isn’t it a dangerous place

When we’re left alone to dream, babe

We work towards our demise

If we could be happy we could’ve escaped

Our own worst enemies

And it’s clear in the night time

As the bowstring tenses then snaps

As our senses take flight and unwind

 And a broken body is left behind

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