No moon tonight
There is no light
Darker shades
Both inside and out
Cool breezes
Swipe my soul
Leaving less
Than I had before
Nobody's around
To talk me down
From this precipice
Of fractured cries
Back turned
Free floating fall
There is no ground
To land upon
Opened eyes
Soaring by
Blurred sights
Of cluttered minds
There is no up
There is no down
Spinning, spinning
All around
Slight tugs
Pull me back
My soul escapes
From flooded eyes
In pieces it falls
As I grow small
I've lost enough
To say that I'm gone.
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