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Amorphous images
And a languid tongue
Are guiding
The dead beaten eyes
That hold watchful sight
Of the foreboding presence
That holds the night

Is this the path meant to be spoken?
Close the senses and succumb
Is this the path meant to be broken?
Close the senses and succumb

Darkness walked along the walls
And voices had whispered
Halls were empty
Yet faces did drift
Up a darkened spire
Beyond thought of reason
The mourning sky
Draped in colors of solace

Is this the path meant to be spoken?
Impersonated my apprehension
Is this the path meant to be broken?
My tranquility

Cut by your shadow
Illusionary visions
Fell from fine lies
The words dripped in
Circular motion
Propelled the Ostentation

Blind from light that glimmered in falsehood
The cognitive find no end

Amorphous images
And a languid tongue
Are guiding
The dead beaten eyes
That hold watchful sight
Of the foreboding presence
That holds the night

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