Tonight's strange music pours down the road,
Stillness itself is about to implode,
Ecstatic air presses death to load
The fateful seconds of Time's secret code.
Emotions once hung now raise and walk dead
Hungry to feed on the lives they have had
Lost are all words, nothing's left to be said,
Flowers of mold are now crowning my bed.
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