I live in a shadowed shell
Drifting to and fro in the tide
Waiting for my soul to swell
As hands touch me and I hide
I sleep in the thief's pale lie
While strangers laugh and dine
I can only muster a weak sigh
Death is soon as they give the sign
With only my pain I make a stance
And crawl from my shell into the surge
To risk everything I love in the dance
With hands upon you I become the scourge
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