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song - help by 10cm

10PM

choked laughter, fading friends
the darkness has stole them.
for me, yet not for you, it will stop.
everyone reaches it, but I can see mine clearly
and it’s 10PM

round again, one more time on this roundabout,
as flares streak past, cutting through the darkness
they fade and all light is washed away
glimpses of ten in front, none behind
the ones behind burnt out long ago, before 10PM

a withered tree stands, ropes winding up its spine.
ten leading out into what I cannot see,
one wrapped around my own neck
all keep winding, the pace gets faster.
i stray from it but it does not tighten, not even at 10PM

the yellow buds encircling it grow higher,
blooming high as if on a canvas.
their roots claw at the marred trunk
whilst their thin blades narrowly miss their target
as the clock’s hand swings closer, to 10PM

a welcome darkness, some would say the end
i knew I would be cut off one day.
for me, yet not for you, it will stop.
everyone reaches it, but mine is knocking
the flurry of wind suffocates you, and it’s 10PM

- stlennvns