lost
outside of the bones
where things fall apart
there is a new spelling of my name
no mercy
for the dark matter
we are phantoms in the night

lost
outside of the bones
where things fall apart
there is a new spelling of my name
no mercy
for the dark matter
we are phantoms in the night
it’s kind of disturbing how everything we do comes back to haunt us chasing us through dreams causing scenes...
burned and slashed and suffocated still my movements fail to cease bury me in earth and stone and watch...
how do we breathe when the air is thin polluted with the smoke and the ash of world’s tragic...
hollow just like a doll i’m empty inside waiting for someone to move me and name me give me...
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