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In Madness of a Dream. shadows are moving in
from across time,
fear wrestles away
the security you've contained,
keeping the animals at bay.
...some life.
nothing takes me back quite like that,
when i'd rather be dead, than to feel it again,
it sickens.
i wonder how i don't recall
the reasons why i wanted to forget
in the first place.
pride is a tough thing to swallow,
under the edge of it's blade,
have i bled.
whatever you call it, crawls through me
like an entity of consumption, and empty rewards.
the whole never rests, as it struggles to become
itself, again.
silence has it's own story to tell, within,
i get, emptier,
as the worm makes me hollow,
dead as the words that relate, how i suffer
the sorrow of sentimental obscurity.
[ in shadow ]
