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Empty hours, empty glass, empty house, let it pass
Twilight life, sit and brood, ever a restive mood
Sun so bright burns the eyes, embraces cloudy skies
Damn sunshine, love the rain, mostly numb, not much pain
Long to run, only crawl, prison in own four walls
Where’s the key to the lock, freedom from self made stocks?
Twisted thoughts make no sense, irony’s recompense
Need to crawl from this hole reignite dark dead soul
A task for tomorrow, today bathe in sorrow
Idle hands, devil’s pawns, when shall I embrace dawn?
Sit and stare, brood and think, precious time down the drink