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Cobwebbed Boredom in the Night
Whisper in secrecy
Of withered corpses
Scattered about the sky
Growing roses out pores
Deathly screams of anxiety
Willingly killing compassion
I'm a cobweb
Deathly ill
Of boredom
My drab affliction
Grows & grows
I know ghosts
Of silent existence
The gallows melt slowly
In the early light
They'll again grow new
This forthcoming night.
Of withered corpses
Scattered about the sky
Growing roses out pores
Deathly screams of anxiety
Willingly killing compassion
I'm a cobweb
Deathly ill
Of boredom
My drab affliction
Grows & grows
I know ghosts
Of silent existence
The gallows melt slowly
In the early light
They'll again grow new
This forthcoming night.
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