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The Unnamable Thing


I feel it coming near

I always know it’s there

Like a wave it can pull me under

And there’s nothing I can do

With unfathomable power

It sweeps me away

 

I know when I’m sinking

I have no control

Don’t listen to the words I spit

When I’m drowning in this

A name won’t do it justice

So I’ll try to explain

 

I feel it in colors

It changes my vision

Into the hues of

Blue, gray, and black

They cloud my thoughts

I cannot avoid them

 

In a second it’s gone

I’m not under its spell

I feel it in the shadows

It comes with the tide

Only controlled by the moon

There’s no hope for me

 
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