turn it off
let it go
feel the beating
pump and flow
keep them shut
count to ten
more of nothing
again and again
word unspoken
paralyzed lips
losing moments
between record skips
numbness ensues
where pain once lay
strangled by silence
consumed by gray
lose control
begin to weep
fight the envy
only dead men sleep
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