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Whispering In the Dark


Tainted fingers painted the stars. To a memory entrapped in jars. I'll scream into my own soliloquy. Whispers and thoughts into a silent hostility. I woke from the death in my dreams. Entrapped when darkness finds me in my sleep. My discovery travels into burdened streams. Delusive secrets indoctrinate loathing keeps. Collecting the pieces from a fallen past. My anxiety is preaching so I have to ask. How can one build an empire and be a hero? While bloody lullabies seep around me too. No one saw me when I fell below. There are so many stories, this is an intro. I'm catching the tears of the rampage of my heart. A catalyst in envy, shattered from a vacant start. The clattering tongues brew poison in young veins. Woven into a brokenness, a fall of pain. Haunting laughter, she bled insane.
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