Roam the halls are leading with a shallow
Breathing seem absently aware
Between two states of consciousness
Dreams opening in air
It seems the scenes are recollections of the cold
Wrecked souls laid out in tombs
And buried under stones

Walk through screams
Drifting back though altered scenes
Sharpening
Dim path's through ones ecstasy

Home the house is breathing
Dimension seething
Reflections of desire
Obsessions burn
Increasing pull of gravity expire
In tow - Last solved
Now congregating to the fall
Left stains laid out in darkened tombs and buried
Under stones

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