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Let the darkness sip into our bones.
The feral seas,
These Hideous nights,
Whispers from within the bushes,
Voices from inside our heads
Lets run around in circles
Then split only to later encircle
Let the darkness sip into our bones
Lets unpick the patterns,
Of otherness against togetherness
Then feast upon the feelings,
Of solemn out-cries for help
Of death coming to life
Of pain and numbness,
Of oneness and selfness
Of insufficiency and of the void,
That rests where our hearts want to be.!.
These Hideous nights,
Whispers from within the bushes,
Voices from inside our heads
Lets run around in circles
Then split only to later encircle
Let the darkness sip into our bones
Lets unpick the patterns,
Of otherness against togetherness
Then feast upon the feelings,
Of solemn out-cries for help
Of death coming to life
Of pain and numbness,
Of oneness and selfness
Of insufficiency and of the void,
That rests where our hearts want to be.!.
Published 23rd Jan 2019
Author's Note
Mine is but a soul full of nothingness,
Like a pitful of dead fallen autumn leaves.
Like a pitful of dead fallen autumn leaves.
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27th Jan 2019 10:36am
There are some mistakes but some pretty solid content, I like the images your words evoke.
27th Jan 2019 11:53pm
