In a vacuum
Gasping
Clawing at air
There’s nothing there
Alone in a crowd
Suffocating
Pulse spiking tenfold
Its consoling hold
Cold fingers on soaked brow strewn
Palms reflect the imprint of moons
Joining stars of moles
Automaton lost all control
Countless steps
One. Two. Three.
One. Two. Three.
An overture, resounding plea
One foot after another
Keeping the mask
Not letting it slip
Until I trip.
Then I am falling
Knees meet pavement
Pain sings through veins
Another chorus joins the refrain
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