In the words of a person,
You had half forgotten,
Why keep repeating the
pattern?
Is it because you cannot release the
Remaining sounds?
The noise just drags you down
Until you look for new common ground.
Maybe you need to bury the past,
But with a nail-studded rose
To hold the dead in their cadavers repose.
Maybe one day you can shred the page
And burst forth from the demon’s cage.
That person’s voice still continues to whisper
As the lights around me get fainter and fainter.
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