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The distant echoes of a voice once heard
Shimmering into my being, the fog of my conscience.
Your gentle hands took me to the abyss; the ambience screamed,
Screeched in pure agony. I feel sorry for the inanimate, for they warned me.
Still,
Despite my innocence,
This beautiful tragedy - a twisted melody
Harmless lyrics evoking your desire for madness
The distant echoes of a voice linger still as I fall the stairs.
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SmogHotdog
“I feel sorry for the inanimate, for they warned me” is especially striking 2 me, it gives the world a nervous consciousness, like everything around you is complicit and grieving.
It reads like remembering someone through their residue- sound without presence, touch without mercy. A soft haunting that won’t stop humming.
I always enjoy your writing a lot =3
i am very happy to hear that, you got the message really well. i find it funny that even your comments are somewhat poetic lolol. as always, thank you! o/
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I guess I can't help but write that way sometimes ,,hah
I'm glad 2 hear that I didn't butcher the meaning, this is a very pretty piece ("=,=)
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