Loneliness is in the air,
I can hear the ticking of it, slowly, drawn out, painful squealing.
it dances on my shoulders so fair,
and leaves me with a feeling.
Its like time will never pass,
things will never change,
the darkness won't be cast,
it all wont arrange.
A filter of grey is on the scene,
filling the cracks with no one,
I know its all a dream,
and yet I want to run.
But alas I will wake up,
realize I've been blinded
drink from a new cup
and start new minded.
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