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In this town black as night
The things you meet fill you with fright
Open eyes to darken night
Everthing will not be alright
The shoulders edge is left to the dead
And broken bottles flung at your head
Dreamers stop and see the light
As the terror flees with the end of night
Opened eyes do now take
of thoughtful remembrance at day break
Nothings left in this empty town
Only thing known is a lone cyote howl.
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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