Darkness it'd be if not for the flashes
of technology bouncing off the moon
I dreamt that darkness overcame me
of technology bouncing off the moon
I dreamt that darkness overcame me
as I waded through the flume
My words lacking honesty
I scream at the echos
The enigma of me
fading like shadows
Remembering what should not be a memory
Swimming in what should not drown
I am an alarm hushed to a soliloquy
with a burning itch to sound
Swimming in what should not drown
I am an alarm hushed to a soliloquy
with a burning itch to sound
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