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A Mystery,

A Movement,

Thumbs twiddle and lights dwindle

Thoughts are prescribed

Your still confused.
Wrote in couple of minutes, when i finally stopped to think.
Lazy thoughts,

Half assed,

You've done your part,

You're finished,

Procrastination wins,

Thats why i cant finish this poem.
Meh...
Are you?

I'm not!

Who said?

You said!

It must be true, i knew it's you.
That fuzzy noise in your head which i call madness. An argument with ones own self conscience.
My madness is intoxicated with sadness.

Survival is a catalyst, speeding up your emotions.

Suddenly its all dark.
having one of those day's
Days turn to night
Darkness to light
The noise doesn’t stop
Simmering like a ringing bell
Sound echoes in an empty chamber
The heart rings
Vibrations of a past time
Memories stagger
A distant reminder of you

— The End —