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Only the creaks can be heard in the cycle of apathy

Voices that cannot become words run through the soul

Pain that cannot be eased covers the sky

Longing to be drenched, touching the dark waters

All the greed feels like loss, I'm just laying down

Lost in greed

Everything seems constant, denying change

All, I deny, even the air will stop at this point

All will change

Like the only choice left is to breathe

These desert wastelands will be reformed by the wind, will be remade by our hand

Drops of water that seldom fall form a pool of whispers, tainting our lives forever

The nervous system swings, searching for ease in these hands

Deep down in the dark ocean, I wait for the light

The answers that were frozen slowly start to melt

Emotions that burst become a signal for the path

The ornamention cracks and falls apart

Only creaks can be heard in the cycle of apathy

Voices that cannot become words run through the soul

Pain that cannot be eased covers the sky

Creating a new motion, fingernails leave a claw mark

As I crawl into this light