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Lost

The colours attacking me

Like I was just some jester fool.

They eat away at my mind

To me, to I

I say to I

For it is not the colours attacking me

But the short grasping of reality

Grasp, Grasp

I have lost thou at last

©Copyright 2001, 2002, Cybermr and A Failure to End Boredom.