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On Pause

 
the first one takes me in  
wraps itself about the mind  
driving out the pain  
and any realisation of time  

on pause, the world awaits  
absobed in a calm that meditates  
 
but by the second  
I run  
rampant  
into the bedroom of dreams  
the screams of passion  
painted firmly  
on the canvass  
where we're soon to be slain  
 
we spill a little at third  
barrelling down  
into the bright lights of the night train  
a hard felt smokey grain  
 
knocking them back  
you knock me out  
shredding last breaths of lung  
and life  
out of my hearse-drawn howl  
 
the moon peers between the clouds  
bleeding on the remnants of the night
Written by JusTim_
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