Corners Of Hunter Sense

Standing in the darkest corners of my mind

It waits

Taking charge without good ideas

Organized confusion,

Tired of being pulled out to see

Madness blaming me for someone else’s performance

I’ve been too passive

Illusion weighing in, unbalanced

When did I believe these thoughts are everything I am

Owning every stray arrow

Handcrafted few

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Piercing dead end arrows glistening poison of faulty programming

Incorrect assumptions gathering as wise hope

Secretly crafting secure ropes

For my neck

But the sick part is putting it on myself

If I’m asleep, autopilot, remote control

Detonation

Speeches powered by fear’s reign

From darkened corners

Lit by acceptance.

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