Lights off,
The screen is white
It shoots at me, a blank stare
On from the wooden chair.
Testament in my ears
The wall feels like stone
I revel in the dark
The music leaves its mark.
Feel nothing
Except the cool breeze
Sneaking in quiet,
To quell my cerebral riot.
The world of worries
Is dwindling in the distance
Damp with a cold shiver,
The lights there, dont glimmer.
The solace of a cold nothing,
The gift of a shut out.
The mind runs no errands -
My precious 5 seconds.
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