The Night is sharp with daggers and blood
Other Traumas Muffled and Voices raised in the winds
And the dawn brings Betrayal
Crucifixion Torture
To fall lifeless and dead.

Shadows of Ghosts long and dead
Our wishes and our Hopes
Gather in the winds of agony

The State of Absence
Overflows out every Aperture
Moving through a dream dreaming
Time Melting into a pool of Abstract

The Infinite Difference Between living and existance
Existancing and void of Dreaming.

As the universe Reaches Equilibrium
we become nothingness.
We are Carbon and Ashe
The White tower, in the rubble
the mist in the eyes
The leftover
False Promises of hope
and the cesspools of the sick
Parasitic Beasts

The Night is sharp with daggers and blood
Other Traumas Muffled and Voices raised in the winds

The Emptiness
after the slap
before the welt out swells
today was nothing more
than a woeful echo
of my life yesterday
and the same is true
for everyday i have lived.

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