XVI - Idol's Stairs

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We always seek something new.
An aroma sweet and soft
Something we can hold onto.

A sickening taste of another dream
An escape far and free
Somewhere we can escape to.

We seem to fall for impossible thoughts
A paradise exotic and rare
Something to look forward to.

A sharp feeling of desperation
A cage small and strong
Somewhere in your mind

We know the chances will always be slim.
A craving, addiction, obsession
Something you can't avoid.

A feeling of hopelessness and pain
An execution of your hopes
Somewhere they'll never notice you.

We love those we chose to admire
A foolish game of cat
Only the curiosity kills the cat in this one.

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