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The moaning comes from upstairs |
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I hear them, as if |
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Upon the threshold of awakening |
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Ebony tides sweep me away again |
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Not waving, but drowning |
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Skyward glance through eyes sinking beneath the surface |
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Spiraling through indistinct memories |
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Meanings lost in the primal depths |
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A caress of the void: the scream falls still |
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Reality null - The landscape dissolves |
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Abysmal galleries of depthless gray |
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Realm of decaying logic |
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The moaning has turned to screams |
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Whilst somewhere beyond, a voice drones the mad narrative |
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Of souls astray - reliving their mortal pains |
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Silhouettes writhing in murky air |
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Until a familiar voice whispered into my ear |
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One word was all that was spoken |
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Shattering the mirror of this fleeting oblivion |
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Into a thousand shards of broken light |
