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HM04
This addiction is silent The grip it holds is tight From this vice I gasp for air To face the fate that we share The morning has come, the morning will go But is only we that will know Sanctity is all that you seek Tossed into this self made ocean, I weep For each and every tear we drop Will become apart this wave we cannot stop Of late the hook is laid untouched Later still the driving engine halts You lay upon the puddle so shallow Yet so deep in sorrow Staring down a cliff that is oh so steep The strongest man from all of time The wit you refuse to pass, such a crime Deep into your thoughts I stare But at this moment they are so bare This attempt to read you is for naught Once in this state the battle has already been fought The sun rises unseen through the hustle of the day The code of this silence must not be broken For I to know and you to go on is how it will remain The sight of what is to come; a clouded abyss
