The After

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The buzzing in my head, the trouble it is instead

Finding yourself played, all the cards failed

Pieces of pain is all you have to gain

The sky still awed with me lying here, seems so odd

To turn away, to leave it where it lays

Battered and bruised, price for a truce

Is this finally peace, when all the noise will cease?

The buzzing in my head it seems to the end

After all, I am Awake!