It devours in the quiet hours

It comes in the quiet hours,

Dragging, dragging, you will rust,

It seeks and it devours,

You are as delicate as flowers,

But still, you are not safe, however unjust,

It comes in the quiet hours,

They all believe in their own powers,

No one knows who to trust,

It seeks and it devours,

The taste in your mouth is only sour,

The sweat on your brow is only bitter, all mixed in disgust

It comes in the quiet hours,

No one is brave, they all cower

Waiting, waiting, decaying into dust,

It seeks and it devours,

Listen not for the toll...

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