I’ve finally come back to you, again
Lost in transition
This seemingly motionless wave,
All there is, is this enchanting-like frequency,
and I am left a coward to the beat of symphonic drums.
Moving tirelessly, constant blackout.
A fixture possessed towards animation of the coward mind, in which one and one is the obsolete of two, and everything is sown shut by a skull.
Preparation only taught me sustenance,
and in turn, I starved the well.
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