| Many days and fewer nights… so I’m told
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| I’ve lost my time years ago… so I’m told
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| The explaining. |
| The whispered words
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| This will be the hardest part… so I’m told
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| I wish my mind would work… unfold
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| The explaining. |
| The whispered words
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| The front door opened to the look of death. |
| Will this make sense?
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| Will this be comforting at all?
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| The questions dive in day and night. |
| Nothing we can do. |
| Nothing I can do
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| Twists and turns must be answered
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| I hit land… so it seems
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| The dirt chokes up my legs… strong air then shoots down my throat
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| Sensory overload in an instant of sense
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| Charting through old water that I pushed away to drown
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| Into another
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| To find and be found
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| This is what I’ve set out to do. |
| Where is this door?
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| The constant movement of my eyes. |
| I can feel, but I can’t open the lids.
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| The back of my skin is scarred, torn and broken
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| A reflection of what I’ve seen. |
| (What have I become?)
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| They let these people recreate. |
| Maybe I should have ended it all
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| Too, too late?
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| Too, too late?
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| Moving forward is a must
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| Dig deep
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| Commence sleep
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| Dig deep
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| Commence sleep inside sleep
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| Dig deep
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| Commence sleep inside sleep
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| Silence
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| (An out of focus picture brings up a familiar scenario: Three people fill the
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| room. |
| There seems to be a fourth, but very small. |
| We are speaking about some
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| sort of mission. |
| My mouth won’t stop moving… talking way too much.
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| Even through the blur I can feel their stares. |
| This one sided discussion seems
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| to be about what I am preventing. |
| Is this a sign? |
| Too late… I’ve said it
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| before. |
| The people then disappear. |
| I look about and the western sky seems to be
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| red… alone. |
| I can smell burning flesh… scorched life. |
| I turn around and the
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| face of death stares so grim that the lids finally open…)
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| I come to
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| I’m close… Very close. |
| But something isn’t right
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| A horrifying realization is swept over me
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| Home
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| The empty space of home
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| All I’ve known is gone
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| All I’ve loved is lost
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| Silence
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| Home
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| The empty space of home
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| All I’ve known is gone
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| All I’ve loved is lost
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| Silence
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| Home
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| The empty space of home
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| All I’ve known is gone
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| All I’ve loved is lost
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| Silence |