The Sound of Sleep
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Clock strikes twelve.
The beginning of a long, endless night.

Time lays stagnant.
Time drags on and feels like it has come to a halt.

Hands frozen in time and my mind begins to fragment.
Time feels like it has stopped and is causing distress and confusion.

This moment has felt like forever, and forever endless still.
Time feels like it is moving too slowly, and the present moment seems to last an eternity.

A missing moon from a blank slate sky.
A sense of emptiness or loss in a vast and featureless landscape.

Blood stains the whites of my eyes.
A visceral and overwhelming emotional response to the situation.

Isolated with my melting nerves, breath is short as all sensation strays.
A sense of being alone and overwhelmed, struggling to maintain control or composure.

The city slumbers, phosphorescence hues these empty streets.
The world around the artist is quiet and dark, but still strangely alive with its own light.

Silent homes inhale and exhale in concurrent beats.
Even in the stillness of the night, the world is alive and breathing.

This city’s a circuit—it lives and dies as one.
The city is a living, breathing organism, with its own rhythm and patterns of life and death.

But I’m displaced from this lifeline—a rogue heart, from your world, I’m miles apart.
The singer feels disconnected and alienated from the world around them, unable to find their place in it.

A twisting earth, revolutions revolve. A twisting earth, revolutions revolve.
The world turns and moves forward, even when the artist feels stuck in place.

Miles apart and so I plead, "Embrace me, sweet arms of sleep."
The singer longs for the escape and peace of sleep, as a way to connect with something bigger than themselves.

I lie awake in disbelief, let me dream, set me free.
The singer is trapped in their own thoughts and longs for the escape of dreams.

I aspire for elation in the sweet arms of sleep. Let me dream of circadian days.
The singer longs for the joy and peace of sleep, and a return to the natural rhythms of life.

Chasing horizons, I've become so out of sync.
The artist feels out of step with the world and the trajectory of their own life.

Now lost, amongst these nights.
The artist is adrift in the darkness and loneliness of the night.

I lie awake 'til the morning light.
The singer is unable to find rest or escape from their own thoughts.

Keeping in time.
Trying to stay in sync with the world around them.

These lines will divide.
The artist sees a coming divide or change in their life.

This sun will rise and leave me behind.
Time continues to move forward, even if the artist feels stuck or left behind.

Time has left me behind.
The artist feels like they have been left behind by the passage of time.

I'm still naive, I'm still pretending.
The singer is still trying to hold on to hope, even when it feels false or naive.

That dawn will come, will come, and save me.
The artist is waiting for some kind of salvation or rescue, something to lift them out of their current place.

And so I'm spent, unsung, and pleading.
The singer is exhausted, unheard, and begging for help.

I will wake, still young, still breathing.
The singer is still alive, but uncertain of what the future holds.

And my wishes have yet to be granted.
The singer's hopes and dreams have not yet come true.

Shadows descend, edges have blackened.
The world around them grows darker and less clear.

Time prolongs as both hands point north.
Time feels like it is dragging on and on, moving nowhere.

Again I hope to be drifted away.
Once again, the singer longs for an escape, a way to loosen the grip of their own thoughts and emotions.

Let me drift away. Let me drift away.
The singer begs for release from their current state, a chance to find peace and escape.