Feeling so lone
Fair friction now gone
Fear to the drifter
Betwixt cosmic river
Mood pressures tidal
No relief suicidal
Would struggle more true
If shore were in view
Time come on down
Too ready to drown
Air fills the cup
When bottom is up
Heart pushing habit
Beat rhythm of static
Trill fine death song
Bring darkness along
Last metronomous tick
Imagine new music
Keep reaper in stow
Never ready to go
Dance quantum foam
Shape something of home
All fury grab hold
New life will be bold
Come back from some dead
One tether by thread
Earned priceless bill
Paid for I am still
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