I rouse in sullenness,
I am covered in peace and quiet
filling the days in serenity
plagued by misery.
In this stillness I bestow,
this dead air slaying it
gradually, day by day.
Laying away what was once,
for some reason, gone.
We spoke of no hurtful words,
no struggle to argue,
only the dead air.
And as the night sweeps my eyes,
this solitude abandons my silence,
defeated and slain by teardrops.
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