I'm sitting amongst the shadows
Swallowed up by impenetrable glimpses
Lurking claws condescend me
The humming of the wind through the cracks...
fights with the ticking of the cuckoo clock
Absent minded yet alert to this thought process
Screaming, starving, no light here at all
Foggy circumstance is the end to destruction
Listless in my approach to surrender
Pressing lightly on my third eye
Remember...just...must...remember
Racing images of black circles
In an energy of filth laid out on parade
Ripping my senses into tiny icicles of wisdom
Forgotten over time, out of my mind
In the shadows I feel their presence
These thoughts always warm themselves
in my unshakable coldness |
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