Circles, of circles. Lie an eye, too much to listen. A valiant try.
One felt, right toe, two moves to and fro. Only to gasp, and you won't see.
What I see, I can explain. No point now, you won't understand.
Pushing hard against, temples to the floor. Still but moving. Still. Moving. doors.
Numbers, trees and myrrh. What about the living, Sir?
Lying is hard my friend, you make me feel.
I can smell your loathing, I'm watching your faces peel.
Ignorant, oblivious, a box of corners and a lucid dream.
Why don't you just stay here? Lets sit upon your thoughts and talk about your chair?
I knew this, wait, I knew this, wait. I knew this, wait.
Not a difference in your walls, but your planet is nice.
Don't ignore this, I thought it had meaning to suffice.
Glassy hearts, ice and cold. Does it matter where you are?
Captured a piece of you and stole your heart.
Returning souls, a blank I can't fill.
The next line would be as empty, and meaningful still.
One felt, right toe, two moves to and fro. Only to gasp, and you won't see.
What I see, I can explain. No point now, you won't understand.
Pushing hard against, temples to the floor. Still but moving. Still. Moving. doors.
Numbers, trees and myrrh. What about the living, Sir?
Lying is hard my friend, you make me feel.
I can smell your loathing, I'm watching your faces peel.
Ignorant, oblivious, a box of corners and a lucid dream.
Why don't you just stay here? Lets sit upon your thoughts and talk about your chair?
I knew this, wait, I knew this, wait. I knew this, wait.
Not a difference in your walls, but your planet is nice.
Don't ignore this, I thought it had meaning to suffice.
Glassy hearts, ice and cold. Does it matter where you are?
Captured a piece of you and stole your heart.
Returning souls, a blank I can't fill.
The next line would be as empty, and meaningful still.
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