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Static's Soliloquy

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I see myself dying
Inside of this moment
As I have not Observed,
Nor died before.

I am not the man I thought I was killing;
Blood—
A swift pain—
Guitar on the floor.

Starr in my eyes,
A sacred misspelling
High in the heavens
It burns
To my core.

Static to nothing,
The brain is my refuge—
I can’t call it mine—
Not anymore.

Fragments of feeling,
Have taken me hostage
Anger, Creation,
Aren’t mine anymore.

Freedom is waiting,
But waiting is futile—
My self is multitudes—
I’m Static no more.