A white room
The thoughts unrecognized
A breath of you displaces the night in me
Transience runs through my hand
Apart from forgetting nothing that remains
What remains?
Is the tomorrow still infinitely far away?
The world can still wait
Under the constraints of itself
Is time only made up of scars me
Why is there eternity?
The world can still wait
In madness, undisturbed
Is time only made up of scars on me
What is there for Eternity?
Your own image
Immobile in the mirror
The voice silently in my head
A sea dries up
And you drown in it
Aside from time nothing that remains

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