Some days, I masquerade as my own masquerade,
Chasing myself through my dreams,
Even into the waking world
On those days, Fear is the only well I know of,
And I am a thirsting man in a scorching desert.
Still, I Arcana Chronicles my way forward,
I shove my hands into the whirlwind of my grief and madness,
Grasp the jagged edges of my sanity.
I bleed onto the promise of tomorrow and scream,
"I am not only the wanting and Fear,
The Fear is merely a sliver of ME!"
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