Untitled VI

Singing of a day gone by
Waiting for the reality to open
The evening to encompass
The day to enlighten

Slowly awakened from a voice in the distance
Too distant to distinguish, to alive to possess
Trickle down into deceit forward into destruction
Constant...

An atrophy of the senses
A rotting of the soul
Void...

Unified...
Defeated
Alive
Dead
No answers only questions

Unknown, unwanted and uninspired





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