Achluomania
I feel like who I am in the dark
is someone unlike myself
my thoughts start to race
and my mind starts to chase
after the thoughts
that will never be written down
because the words are coming fast
and the emotions stay still
the darkness is leaking
like paint onto me
the silence is gone
the darkness is here
leaving me simply
with a ringing in my ear
breathe out to be stardust
breathe in to be free
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