Past's present
Breathing heavily, quick gaspsAs horror fills the mind and grabs
I stop
My perspective is cracking
The world around me is breaking
Shivering, the cold fingers taps
As they try to figure the new map
Unreliable
Is the heart as I fumble
In my head the sounds start to mumble
Too long have I been distant
A big gap since the day, they taunt
Overwhelming
Is the new flood of terms and numbers
The foreign questions that murders
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