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Therefore I Am - with Everavalon
The sound of silence therefore I am
peeling the flesh thinking it's wallpaper.
Closing my eyes, to voices in my head,
they are coming, robbing me of my soul
as I open my eyes. A shadow weeps
and then dies procuring the nothing
— with a lilt of opacity percolating
in this absence of will. Breaking task
with a desolate mask. Measuring obscurity
with a fine tooth. I wept many tears in the
gloaming, though ashen and twisted.
This feathered knot is misbehaving.
peeling the flesh thinking it's wallpaper.
Closing my eyes, to voices in my head,
they are coming, robbing me of my soul
as I open my eyes. A shadow weeps
and then dies procuring the nothing
— with a lilt of opacity percolating
in this absence of will. Breaking task
with a desolate mask. Measuring obscurity
with a fine tooth. I wept many tears in the
gloaming, though ashen and twisted.
This feathered knot is misbehaving.
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