Idle
This must be what it's like
To die in your sleep.
I'm disappointed.
What's missing?
Absent are my general stimulants.
This is slow.
If someone else were here,
Would I be solved?
It's quiet.
A clock's ticking,
But it doesn't know me.
There must be tears I cannot cry.
What would I cry about?
I think they're hiding,
Congregating around
And drowning out my heart.
I feel only steady rhythm;
That's not life.
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