The Province of Thieves

Fields of Locust

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I'm a portrait of a fool
So beautiful
Yet so empty
Yet so frail

I'm your greatest friend
I'm your worst enemy
But you will never know

I'm the sour taste on your lips
I'm the scar you never show
I'm those things you won't let go
Those tears you won't let flow

The reflection of all your flaws
So you can rid yourself of guilt
And find consolation
Through your very own regression

And you've lost yourself
For this is the province of thieves

Here you can experience life through
The perceptions of others