In the distance, a rusty sledge hammer falls in unison
with the incessant pounding of my skull
penetrating my brain like a criminal
wearing my thoughts just like a glove
I am still conscious
although weary
as I catch a fleeting glimpse
of the sinking tangerine sun
And your voice…so close and velvet in echo
is the only thing that keeps me from coming undone
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