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we weren't ready -

pull down on the blindfold to see what's behind these eyes

dreams or nightmares or old reflections burned in

memories washed out, faint and fading fast

losing touch with distant frames of reference

peering inward:

time has cast shadows on us

that block the sun from seeping through

we are alone while the seconds sing

and the days drop dead by our feet

we are alone in the silent screams

of our decaying mortal shells

twist the knife

we are wasting away in stagnant wait

wishing for the wind to carry us home

we die alone

no planes beyond this

there's no salvation in this temporal void

just noise among the static

subjected to an epoch of no one else

we rot in stasis

we are wasting away in stagnant wait

wishing for the wind to carry us home

passively resigned in the passing of time

our selves forsaken - we die alone

pulling down on the blindfold

and seeing nothing left:

complete nothingness

we are alone - twist the knife

stabbed in and ticking slow

we are alone - twist the knife

life dripping deep below

perpetually loitering

the new rots on top of the old

our selves forsaken

we die alone

the new rots on top of the old

our selves forsaken

we die all alone

last breath

twist the knife