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"The Backlight"

The Backlight

When I give you the backlight
You stop, stumble, starryblind
I push on beyond the blurred lines
Hoping that these mirrors are spinning lies

When you ask me if I have the heart
I stop and stare and flick the dart
The demons rolling down the road
Those angels only look the part

The heat is breaking my skin
My seared eyes, I’m living in
Oh daddy, help me survive
Help me, my breath is caving in