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Waterlogged skies and orphaned stares |
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Embrace a world of stripped out color |
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Catatonic my gaze is frozen |
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Pruning skin clasped in soldiered prayer |
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This deathscape a gargoyle with its own heartbeat |
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Arteries flow with greying blood |
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Virga erupts in a morphine downpour |
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Mildewed eyes stare straight through it |
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Staring and waiting still |
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Lungs flooded with ether |
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Eyes rolled over black |
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Are you closer to heaven |
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Or closer to hell? |
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Driftwood skin fastened |
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To bones cast in salt |
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Fade to black as lips slowly part |
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Words fail me submerge and drown |
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There is no current just a stagnancy |
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These lungs would rather burst than spare me breath |
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Spit out the air and sink to the bottom |
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Drowned |