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Cube
Cube
Feels like my brain is in a cube shrinking
Lately I feel like I do less and less thinking
The only thing that can escape are my memories
They are getting harder and harder to find for me
My voice I seem to not be able to find it at all
The people who talk to me I can no longer recall
My youthful face is fading away to an old man
I am now shaking uncontrollably my former steady hand
The walls are getting thicker and closing in on me
The air is vanishing to the point I can hardly breathe
I times I wish to not live to much longer than tomorrow
If I must remain living in this claustrophobic cube of sorrow
Feels like my brain is in a cube shrinking
Lately I feel like I do less and less thinking
The only thing that can escape are my memories
They are getting harder and harder to find for me
My voice I seem to not be able to find it at all
The people who talk to me I can no longer recall
My youthful face is fading away to an old man
I am now shaking uncontrollably my former steady hand
The walls are getting thicker and closing in on me
The air is vanishing to the point I can hardly breathe
I times I wish to not live to much longer than tomorrow
If I must remain living in this claustrophobic cube of sorrow
Published 25th Feb 2018
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