I feel the grey encroach upon my consciousness
And who do I address the letter 
That I could do better
And I need help to reach out of this prison cell 
Of all the people that wish me well 
And I’m just sitting in a café, what the hell 
I have to escape 
But I am right here, right now
And that’s gotta be enough somehow 
But I strain against the edge of my chains 
And I know that the rains
Will fall soon 
And the bells of doom 
Will echo ever near but ever far 
And every star 
Is born to turn into a black hole
And what will happen to my soul 
When it quakes against the edge of the limit 
I have to give up the desire to “win it” 
Because it is no good to me now 
And I hate the conflict that I allow 
To penetrate the mist 
Of the zone in which I exist 
And is it just screaming into the abyss
Throwing my prayers outwards in case there’s something that I miss 
In the soothing of an age 
I rip the page
Out of the typewriter
And search for something to ignite her 

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