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Torn
07:44
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To abandon the perennial and incomplete, the sacred, you’ve befouled the image of it all.
Rearranged, unwanted, what have you done?
Visceral, this new violation.
Will you not stay?
Will we recover?
No, it’s only fair.
You took it all away.
Betrayal and despair.
As the ominous consumes us all we descend further unto awe.
We are ruined, displaced, uprooted, and torn.
Dare we even try?
Culled amidst the dust, it’s like you fail to see all that we have lost.
It has finally come for us.
Torn. Ripped Away.
Displaced. Uprooted.
You spineless coward, you led them here.
If I could reach you, I’d tear your throat out.
How dare you stand there with your false tears?
It must have never mattered.
Forsaken and condemned.
Forsaken. Condemned.
Forsaken. Condemned.
Forsaken. Condemned.
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Stasis
03:45
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Those that stray dissolve into the churning boil.
I see them fester and wither.
Disintegrate, fully undone.
Drawn into the chasm and dragged through the expanse, we endure it all.
A perfect silence, undisturbed and lifeless, the nameless dread.
To echo the chime is to acquiesce, we knell with weary tongues.
Amidst this susurrus we adorn the void.
Engulfed in the absolute; aimless stasis, a static nothing, immersed in the splendor of it all though it matters not.
The echoes violent and deafening, though it matters not.
It matters not.
The alluvial maw cracks open, splayed to deplete.
Drift through all that should not be.
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Null
01:55
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Rend
05:20
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Distant, driftless, I hear the drone.
The permeation, the unfathomable.
A stillness, unobserved dismay.
A hopelessness draws near to take away.
Etiolated, unwanted, directionless, the discarded.
Through waves of endless senescence, the signs of change, I feel the toll of every breath I take and I rend.
Tear.
To rip through folds of matter and stare blankly upward into tapestries of fault, we’re muted and done.
I feel it crawling, the presence of impermanence.
Expiration.
To exhale a final calamity, the whisper of who we were ceases to be.
Ever closer, I hear the drone.
The permeation, the unfathomable.
A stillness, now observed and permanent.
It cannot be described, to wilt and wane.
To wilt and wane.
Bathe in agony.
Bathe in agony.
Bathe in agony.
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Stare
06:11
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To watch and reap the light, stare into the last you will see.
There’s no end to the colorless, penetrating glare.
Stare into finality.
The faintest reflection, a glimmer too dreadful and terrible to ever be described.
A light, a chance, the dull warmth is stolen, blurred with each new glance.
Absorbed, I feel the eyes of the countless peer through me.
Unraveling.
Indifferent, I turn to the now obsolete.
This can’t be everything.
Unparalleled withering.
We’re purposeless.
In silence now, we coalesce.
Anopia.
I never wanted us to fall, the undisturbed and desolate.
There’s no end to the colorless, penetrating glare.
To take it all, the visceral.
A perfect glint echoes it- the terror, the hopelessness.
See it all.
See it all.
See it all.
Stare.
Stare.
Stare.
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Writhe
06:27
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We writhe amidst the ash and sink into decay hollow, emaciated, empty.
Our brittle and broken nails clawing at the gravel and dust, splintering.
Tearing through the endless, gnashing teeth, I shatter.
I rend.
I am lost, void, null.
Release me from it all.
Writhe.
Know how I have suffered, choke as I have choked.
Claw within and peel away the salt and soil from your throat.
To discard it all, to cast away from my mind -or to hold on tight.
Oh, I see a light -a chance or a warning?
Dig further down inside to find a feeling older than fear.
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Hiraeth
06:23
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Finally something to see, to feel.
Enraptured by the endless sights of all that can’t be real.
No, don’t leave me.
Not now, not here.
I’m trapped, bound and sealed away from all that I held dear.
Oh this can’t be.
How did it come to this?
Immersion, a drowning, to be reclaimed by the abyss.
Stranded.
Let it be done.
To relinquish or to endure, embrace the anguish of what lies in store.
Convulsing, I wilt and wane.
It’s caustic, yet cleansing, to sink into my last domain.
Worthless.
I would rather rot, forgotten, lost within the brine.
Forsaken in the folds of time.
To disappear completely.
Diminish.
To fade silently into nothingness.
Hold.
Hold on and fester.
Take root here together.
It has always been, yet it never was.
What I could do was never enough.
It was never enough.
It was never enough.
It was never enough.
It was never enough.
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