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Desperate to find quiet moments but the din, it claws

If only words would stick to my lips and the taste could answer

Face down, beyond a shroud, truth gets lost

It comes back so dark, in a past life told myself a good lie

Greater functions far from reaching what I'm dreaming of

Like the larvae swim complacent, I see no after

Sick sound, all around, heard enough

It fades out so harsh in a fast life, couldn't slow down if I tried

Like rain, hung on gray, it's always rushing to the holes within me

The days have quickened their pace seven, seven, several

Gone so swiftly, hopeless as a flood