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I often wondered what could be hidden under |
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The sleeping thing that the eyes will never see |
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Lost somewhere in the dark water, silent and quiet |
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I fear the discharge |
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Watching |
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Waiting for your sleep, fear the underneath |
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Crouching |
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Waiting for your sleep, fear the underneath |
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The underneath |
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The carapace is frail and the peaceful warth of water |
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Wraps me up |
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Like a protecting uterus you never want to escape from |
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(The beast waits) |
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And receive the freezing (The beast waits) coldness of life |
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Torture of your first breath |
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The beast waits for you |
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Advent of the unknown side |
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Once born the entity gnaws each cell of the organism |
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It composed |
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The carapace is broken and I am swept along by the current |
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Like a gangrened literus vomiting a lifeless fetus |
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My feelings are so contradictory |
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Unconscious dreads it more than all |
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I felt my body slide slowly in liquid without being able |
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To prevent it |
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Sometimes it's better to watch the external world |
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From the underneath |
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When you are no more a part of it |