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Automatism
05:34
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I never hear you leave.
I didn't know your other had a name.
Your conscious is heavy with hours at loss,
And memory stretches thin across
The who you are and who you are to blame.
Insomniac by name
And yet I caught you sleeping.
A mile away from where you fell in still-less peace.
Just once, sleep until morning comes.
Mind doesn't matter here.
Your thoughts as lost as stones stuck in the sand.
As sure as a promise with fingers in lock
But for safe keeping two of them crossed
To break the promise made by other hand.
Insomniac by name
And yet I caught you sleeping.
A mile away from where you fell in still-less peace.
Just once, sleep until morning comes.
As though your safer in the in-between.
Without a fault to find you out.
A sharp divide, the left and right
Pulling you apart.
Maybe this once you're safer if not woken up.
Just once...sleep in.
Just once...stay sound.
Insomniac by name
And yet I caught you sleeping.
A mile away from where you fell in still-less pieces.
Insomniac by name and yet I caught you asleep.
Just once, sleep until morning comes.
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Whistler
03:05
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Tranquil thanks to sedative.
As the iris contracts it's a welcome distraction.
Fool am I to try and live
Past the date branded in marking the expiration.
I must've heard the whistler.
Whistler doesn't make a sound.
The whitest noise doesn't make a sound.
Feral thanks to seventh sense
It's a heightened awareness a chain of reaction.
Fool am I to grow defensive with a
Character keen on predetermination.
I must've heard the whistler.
Whistler doesn't make a sound.
The whitest noise doesn't make a sound.
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Hypnic Jerk
04:41
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Lately I've been feeling under the weather.
In fact I seem target to storms overhead.
The days look the same, there are tracings of echoes.
They say I may see these clouds forming again.
A marcher hidden in the Grand Parade.
Kept in step along the way, never missed a beat.
I woke and clouds had formed in deja vu, marchers walking two by two down familiar streets.
Another version of this vision nightly.
Taunted from a world that never will but could be.
Stay with me, your silence has silenced the others.
Stay with me, your silence has silenced the others.
We're without a starting line, a trigger pull, the rhyme or a reason.
Stay with me, your silence has silenced the others.
A martyr hidden in the Grand Parade.
Turned to find his own way and was trampled under feet.
I woke to see where I have never been, miles in all directions, not a cloud to compete.
A newer version of this vision daily from those who never settled for a world that could be.
Stay with me, your silence has silenced the others.
Stay with me, your silence has silenced the others.
We're without a starting line, a trigger pull, the rhyme or a reason.
Stay with me, your silence has silenced the others.
And through the speech I feel the cycle broken.
Though not the last of words that went unspoken.
And when they do it starts all over again, until then, they echo on.
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