| Darkening, the dead of night
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| A distant shine of city lights
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| These barren halls echo empty
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| Sleep fails to come to my avail
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| Reanimate these tiring movements
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| An aimless masquerade
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| Limbs react reluctantly
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| Repeating events
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| Worn down roads
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| Familiar faces flock the pathways
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| An infernal design
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| Beneath the surface lingers
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| An idle sense of desperation
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| Procrastinations emerge
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| Days mold into one
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| Becomes a way of life
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| Machine like motions that fill the day
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| Sleep, a woeful concept
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| As nightmares plague the hours
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| Stare upon a ticking clock, a gloomy window
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| The silence of a sleeping world
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| Tomorrow’s turmoil infecting the night
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| A perpetual state of panic
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| These nighttime revelations
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| Abandoned dreams that haunt my sleep
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| Ever present consternation
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| Thoughts of past and future dread
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| These nighttime revelations
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| Abandoned dreams that haunt my sleep
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| Ever-present consternation
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| Avid companion of night
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| Vacant eyes in clouded hibernation
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| Collision course with a vibrant world
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| Vexatious storms beyond the daily pace
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| The affliction of the outcast
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| Pervasive nothingness
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| Erupting, eroding
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| I wield and I havoc
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| I stab and I scream
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| As daylight arrives
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| A continuing search
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| For the ineffable
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| Concept of escape |