Morgued

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Shadows will unravel and the cold will take its hold
Bitterness is all this perished pasture ever grows
Wilt in the withering waste, in boredom alone
Rapidly dying inside, yet everything else seems to move so slow

But there is a place, separate from time
In the deep reclusive alcoves of my mind
Where no sky hosts stars to ever align
And only dust can echo the absence of life

But how the dust does gather
Blurs the lines that separate
It is a darkness which grows deeper
Until only pitch black remains

I feel as I have been submerged
And am now dissolving
Purpose in life is hard to attain
But I don't want to turn into nothing

Fast asleep
Eat the dreams
From my skull

The sky swelling thunder
Gown my guilts in slumber
And In the morning when the sun rolls in
The heavy breathing, beating pulse begins
Not in spite of day, but fear of night
When the sky weeps to be held by light
And the moon calls out, but the sky still lit dim
Sinks in silence, like the corpse I'm in

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from Dormiveglia, released August 1, 2014

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