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A dream so many world’s away

Their lives been lost to yesteryear 

Forlorn to star-crossed misery 

Who bore this silent entity?

Here stands your unsung mockingbird 

Your hallow lies drown every word

A mirror to your shattered glass

The   Blood  to tinged curse of time

And time

And time again 

The colossal taciturnity that lay between the unmatched spaces

And I 

The shadow of its constellation 

I am a symmetry of tessellations 

I am a bat, unblinded by the scourge of sound 

I am every withered word and every bitter, brittle war that wrung its haggard hands on ever many days that come to pass

Lost in my own labyrinth 

Of your creation. 

What do I know?

Your ceaseless knowledge stands the test of time

And every other mortal mind 

So impenetrable in all its solemn serenity 

Forgotten, was this lonesome void 

This dislocated in between

It decomposed these jaded hearts  

Every sorrow every wounded joy

Eroded all, from inside out 

For once, there’s nothing left to 

Fall

Apart