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a quiet mist descends
filled with quiet resignation
quiet, and heavy
it covers the entire universe
i can't see my own hands
and my lungs are nearly concrete
so i sit here
the weight of your head comforts my back
or is that just this mist?
where have you gone?
filled with quiet resignation
quiet, and heavy
it covers the entire universe
i can't see my own hands
and my lungs are nearly concrete
so i sit here
the weight of your head comforts my back
or is that just this mist?
where have you gone?
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Literature
Idea Intro
In the dim abandoned lab, the wire heavy reinforced table stood as the sole, major source of light. Amazing that the building even survived being almost in the middle of the warzone to begin with, let alone still hold enough power to maintain this sole room after all this time...
Stagnant air greeted the hazmat team as they entered, the crew expected some of the biological fallout to remain akin to the outside but all their devices said the same conclusion, none at all.
"Doctor. What do we expect to find here?" One in a suit marked R-66Y asked as the flashlights on their suits powered on.
"Our past sadly..." The one dubbed "doctor" answere
Literature
Strings of my soul
Plucking at the strings of my soul
Delicate and thoughtful strokes
Pleasure and delight arose
In the hands which I adore.
Plucking at the strings of my soul
Sinking, falling into the soft embrace
Steering away from the common race
Searching for a sign on my road.
Plucking at the strings of my soul
Slow and steady, no haste, really
We have time, don't you worry
That's the sign of hidden woes.
Plucking at the strings of my soul
Short, to the point, no bull
What could fill the awful Null
If not life's ultimate goal?
Plucking at the strings of my soul
Jarring screech of memories hurtful
Void behind, my heart so lustful
It knows what it wants
Literature
Music of the soul
Now a day's in my every waking hour
A sweet melody enters my ears.
I try to block it, but the song always
Finds a way in. I see my friends now
Skipping and dancing down the road.
I feel off somehow, like I'm supposed to be with
Them. The others tell me they're going to a Land of Eternal Dreams
led by the weaver of their fantasies . I decide to follow,
giving in to the sounds of sweet serenity.
I got to see the Pied Piper of Hamelin once again.
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