I exist where the sound does stop
Where the noise starts to interfere
In the creep as the dark sneaks up
In the apathy of the stare
I exist in the full stop
Where the noise is dead, I'm here
In the quiet that feeds off
In the words that bring it near
I exist in the full stop
Where the warmth has died, I'm here
In the quiet that feeds off
In the words that bring it near
The thought is adamant
I should feel much more than this
The thought's immediate
I should feel much more than this
I feel that life should mean much more than this
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