From the shadows peers my past,
round the corner up at last.
Twinges, flashes, sparks, and ashes,
deep within the shadow passes.
Fire burning from within - glasses tipped, full of gin
while old men sitting often grin,
knowing well, the turmoil in
Shadows hidden for the day,
glowing embers close at bay.
Twinges, flashes, sparks, and ashes,
darkness full, then the clashes.
Hollow nights, begin to swallow,
surrounding madness, cold and hollow.
Twinges, flashes, sparks, and ashes,
Morning rises, and shadow passes.
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