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There is a presence in this room
An image replayed in slow motion
So clear my eyes cannot see
Faint voices whispers and moans
I sleep on stones
Stigmatized I am alone
In here
In a hall of memories
Are you there?
The walls are closing in
We are here
I carry my burden whispers and moans
I sleep on stones
I waste away
Atrophy, a case closed
A lost cause
A clenched fist
Pave the way of resistance
Fade fast
Close the distance between good and evil
I am in between
I bleed
I plead to be free at last
There is a prisoner in this room
Where chaos evolves into fiction
A man who once was me
Receding laughter whispers and moans
I sleep on stones
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 EvilSquidOverlord · Wed May 16, 2007 @ 05:51pm · 0 Comments |
