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Panic, barely controlled

A storm rages in what was an ocean of calm

Off-centre, off-balance, uncertain

Head down, eyes forward

'Survive'

Old habits,

I'm going backwards.

Can't think

Dare not think

Let the rhythm pulse

Let the beat cleanse me

Don't let the silence in.

Don't let the silence in.

Stop the clock.

Wind it back.



Too late.

It's silent.

No...

Clock's ticking.

One, two, three

Counting the seconds that push me forward.

Four, five, six.

I'm so afraid.