I feel that time is slipping away.
I run from the day.
Yet all around I see is fear.
The dark is coming its almost here.
My mind is broken,there's no way back.
The train has left but it's off the track.
I can not run.
I can not hide.
I can not fight the rising tide.
So I sit.
I sit and wait.
I open my arms and embrace my fate.
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