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Clear as day

Is the scope of the blind memory

Shapes a world never seen

In synaptic past

Those faces will wane

Thoughts will drown slowly

In the instinct sinkhole

No more condolence

Apologies don't work when

Misfortune can't be sighted

Now I recall

How easy was to grasp a pulse

Or to reveal what's lost in front of me

Necessities, mechanic

No sight can heal

A fact I can't see

Clockwork

Like a cogwheel, like clockwork

Parting ways with my mind is vain

It was left behind long before

So shut them

The echoes in my soul leave no room

For my very own mind

In synaptic past

Those faces will wane

Thoughts will drown slowly

In the instinct, instinctive sinkhole

The scent of change

I feel rags rotting off my shoulders

Voices becoming louder

As in haste I go to shut them

Now I recall

How easy was to grasp a pulse

Or to reveal what's lost in front of me

Necessities, mechanic

No sight can heal

A fact I can't see

When I see the scent

The wind of change

Hunt them, shut them

Silently shut them

Particles of dismay