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Burrow
02:30
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Truly unsettled, I alone withhold a form or shadow. Feast of flesh and self, 'til limitless potential gratifies cold, yet fluid aberrations; swarming among a stream, infecting. Dissect to undo. Renewal of my grandest fears.
Burrow a hollow frame, a home
Burrow or swallow, an age forlorn
Burrow a hollow fate, in stone
True forms renewed within shadow.
Futility to be fed on a shell called life.
An etched scar to be bled among timeless echoed blight, all to be resurfaced.
Resurface, resurface, resurface.
Still living, still waiting, still craving.
More than their lies, more of the sky.
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Unspoken
05:14
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Daniel: Like cobwebbed lives
Illusive signs
Mangled cries
Feel the fear all surround
Decaying night
Ungodly sight
Unspoken light
Feel nothing except their sounds
Run
Licking, tasting the blood
What have we all become?
It was always awake, unspeaking, observing, watching, unnerving, every hour to minute to every second of every day it lurked.
Daniel: We always will be watching you
Alex: The salt of the earth, will fill our lungs;
nations drowned in the sea, our kingdom has come.
Daniel: Skin unscathed, eyes well aware who we are.
What we’ve become. Survival in vain.
Fill our hunger, a fate unfeigned.
The final hour has to turn.
Your mind, your soul, a gift to yearn.
An offering
An absence
Unwilted.
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Phantom Whines
02:11
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Awoken
09:59
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Daniel: Will it end?
My last will to withstand
Only ruin
Only sand
Whispering a final count
A final hour
Alas, it is beyond you
Outside of sense, or burden
Calmly awaiting the aftermath of our own hell, what we’ve justified.
Feasting upon our own guilt, til we’ve realized it’s their last dawn, their last song
We’ve crystallized a failed excuse
A regret
Our worst fears, wilted through yellow air
Our last years, wasted
The children’s tears
Unheard again
No words are spoken
Yet an iris always holds
a gaze, awoken
Til the memory unfolds
I try to see a light
Within flame
Sunburnt destined
Alex: we will fail
and all that will be left
is nothing
if we fail
nothing will be left
but smoke
the ends of the earth
with crumble
beneath our feet
the seas will rise
as we all fall
into their reach
Daniel: Suddenly I trust the calm to disperse
Concerns compelling to rework
The steps that I take every day
To solidify or prioritize in a way
I can't expel or explain
All I want is change
Within me
Mirroring love lost fever dreams
Timeless sanction
Endure
Riveting lightless shadow strings
Within a sunken core.
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