i know not when the silence comes
i know not how defences bow
to call upon and muster up
assemble, gather, collect myself

tides will ebb and skies will clear
yet dank and dark; all so near
soused in stupor there i stand
dowsed in prayer here i am

hope for dreams to take away
this lonely breath, abstract and slay
but night is long with endless days
with none to harken as i age

i watch and wait and witness this
i supplicate, i seek my fate
and as i wake, the skies are clear
and by its own, my end is here


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