| The void gets closer, towards the edge
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| Silent and unseen, sabled and gnawing
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| At least no keeper of all these lost causes
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| As I stare in it, it stares back at me
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| Piercing glances, pitch black marble eyes
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| A slipstream disruptive, no man can oppose
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| Hurl my bones down there, throw them with great force
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| Show no mercy, the void gulps them down
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| I found no saviour in nothing, this world is a coffin
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| One moment to collapse, one to hold on
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| I cherish these thoughts across timeless seething waters,
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| may they swallow what the void left of me
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| Unlike the waves, these questions won‘t hush
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| Where will we lead to, where may we roam?
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| Confessions are made, but we won’t abide
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| We are quite restless, but all our heroes are dead
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| Graves at sea, graves engulfed by the abyss
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| No places known, where they can’t be found
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| I carry this burden, may I conk out
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| Cause even in lentic waters, I will bog down
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| Reeling creatures, suffocating in mire
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| Won’t be recognized, but wounds remain
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| Sanity is for the passive, the weak and tedious
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| Subside, sink deeper, sink… …or swim
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| Burning bridges seared to death whom they beared
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| I carry stones in my pocket to stand clear from the surface
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| The last rays of the sun, seem like distressed regards
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| Now finally receiving peace, in autumns early graves |