Mind the Dark Times
We know what it means,
to feel completely obscene
Alone in a crowd
Faces fleeting,
Time slips, shadows creep nearer
Looking down at your hands
Limp and feeble
Dirt from your hands,
Rubbed into your eyes
Dying for another, eager to succumb
Never out of control,
Just spinning.
Just another day, no real waste
I choose the pace, after all
Nothing can rob me
Of my mind-numbing lie
I believe me, don't you?
Blackness dawns
Now the shadow looms
Not from the corner of your eye
But in the darkest corners of your mind.
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