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Losing Sense
My grasp is loosening around time's wrist
The transitions between days has blurred
Silence has been the loudest sound
Deafening without a word
My bed's become my home
Sleeping myself in and out of sense
Places so much more worth while
Than whatever the hell this is
My interest has diminished
Crossing countless streets, day after day
Focusing on a scratch on the wall
Wouldn't care to look both ways
Apathy or lethargy The cause
Apathy or lethargy
The cause doesn't really matter to me
But I know, and I do declare
That it's a good piece you have written there
Yet look to the future; life's full to the brim
Sincerely, Your friend,
Seraphim
Post Tenebras Spero Lucem