Words are spoken once and thrice
no impact or fury implied
the same old woes that plagued before
knocking evermore
Little matters in the room of grays
silly heads on linen graves
the chittering in distants ears
faded to static
remembered pain same old tune
the same steps turning
the same chords sharply sweet
caling to the devils that lie beneath

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Fight the urge to say bitter words
fight the sadness welling up
fight the tears un shed
fight the loneliness within

Kill the sucking clawing demon
Kill its beady reptilian eye
Kill its roots inside your head
Kill the beasts within

Just stop feeling
please.

Emptiness of mind and heart
until it's hard to tell the two apart
Two voids do not something make
If there is nothing to start
Then in the end there is nothing.

Meditate upon the rose
Until your heart and breathing slows
And still there is nothing but something there
An image a thought
Something perfect but not