Is it a storm after the calm?
Anxious, annoyed, angry, stressed, sad, depressed?
I want to step on people and their dreams
Be free o my own shackles
Be a soul on the loose
A souless demon able to do his own biding
I feel locked down and up in my own prison
A prison of self
That smile, that perfect smile
Or is that smile, or that one?
I am confused,
I am alone yet I am
I am lost without hope
I have them, I have her
Am I saved?
From the mind of Cogliostro
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