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Silvery streak
4 in the night
Clock slowly ticks
And painted nails reflecting the light
Sweat covers every pore
A caffeine addiction to the pen
Running short of purple ink
Convulsions through a tired hand
Minutes pass by
Litter the floor
Screaming of urgency
Anything more
Bleached lives of stains
And tainted past
Decorated in spikes
But highs never last
Hearing ringing
Insanity of sound
Laughter forced forward
And suicide’s around
Closed eyes shut out life
But nightmares fuel the dead
Believing in nothing
It’s what they always said
Creating blurred edges
Straining the mind
Its faintly done
And forever entwined