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nothing is now what it seems
locked away so dark and deep
im haunted by these hollow dreams
that drift about when im asleep
these cold cut gravestones line the walls
while lending grayness to the white
within this padded cell i draw
the creatures that consume my night
these anthrax petals, on the ground
falling lightly from the trees
with wind soft whispers for a sound
while i decline to finally breath
locked away so dark and deep
im haunted by these hollow dreams
that drift about when im asleep
these cold cut gravestones line the walls
while lending grayness to the white
within this padded cell i draw
the creatures that consume my night
these anthrax petals, on the ground
falling lightly from the trees
with wind soft whispers for a sound
while i decline to finally breath