Everywhere you turn, there is stillness
Time is ticking away the distress
The only sound is the voice in your head
Rolling over words you should have said
Suffocating slowly in the heavy air
Eyes cast off in hollow, empty stares
Anchor heavy are two idle hands
As the darkness of the night expands
Waiting, watching, watching and waiting
Searching for anything that is placating
Wondering when the night will pass
Desperate for the sun to break through the glass
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