I am going insane
Dylan in my ear
Woman on my lonely mind
Deadline drawing near
Beauty’s grace and virtue
Lay in toneless voice
To which we give melody
Of our only choice
Blank eyes to the glow
Stopped clock’s empty gaze
Competing for memories
In minds broken maze
Cold black thawing windows
Third floor backwards blind
Show hell is in the moment
That this moment left behind
And nothing seems to move
In each hours grasp
Rolling out the minutes
With seconds built to last
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