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Perfect Silence

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Published: May 1, 2017

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And so I, I was waiting for the end
The conclusion that never came
At first I was relieved
Drifting peacefully, sleeplessly
Over time, I came to comprehend
This unbroken, unceasing journey to nowhere,
Forever dreaming of sleep

Longing for brevity and reveries,
For days without a care
The infinite is all that I have,
And nothing can compare

Limitless memories
Far too much for me to contain
In this perfect stillness
Only thoughts remain

Perpetually alone
This unbearable solitude
In this perfect silence
Impossible magnitude

When will this life fade away
Carried to some tranquil place where
Distant memories all fade away
Laid to rest so I can finally sleep

There is nothing, nothing more for me
I’m left waiting for what I hope will come
And so I, I continue my unbroken, unceasing
Journey to the void

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