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I WHISPER TO THE PATTERNS ON THE WALL
Floating between
The pendulum swing
Effort is returned with greater force
The symptoms are getting worse
And the day passes by
Kept eternities aside
For the morrow to breach my gaze
Into the chasm of my brain
The words you speak to me
A flame that burns your lips
Winnow yourself in the waterline
Supine
A stare, unwavering
As the depths that captured it
Those panicked sounds you made
Reverberate
Epitaph without a name
Poltergeist unchained
Road to disgust
My shadow is untamed by the sun
Treading in the air that sustains
There is only death in these veins
I drown beneath a youthful stride
To adhere to the beguiling side
Bearing the thorns they hide
Dark impulse pervades inside
Cloud wears thin around my throat
A memory becomes a parasite
Drawing fluid from my pores
I plead for the patterns, my sight misled
That I may forget
To where you went
For the first time
A dust is scattered in the wind
The door unhinged and left ajar
To break the silence
'Atop the back of duplicity
That carries them to iniquity'
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