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I stand here in a majestic promenade,
so vast my voice will take a day to reach you,
as you stand there within an array of many,
perusing the engraved texts on the walls,
you turn with a smile so warm and inviting,
motioning with gesture beckoning to me.
From behind my palisade I stretch out my arm to you,
my hand passes inline with my vision, catching my mind,
and I direct words to it as though it were you...
every one more you meet is one more to lose,
yet each character remains inside of you,
fragments of the images that haunt your slumber,
never quite asleep always staring blankly,
into the darkness of a room you barely know,
that for reasons unknown has become your abode,
and the days you wake not knowing where you are,
the only comfort that appears to warm you,
is the perception that it has always been this way,
[the voice speaks (inquisitive)]
why do you keep looking,
you know will never find it,
do you not understand,
there is no home for you,
and there never will be.
the images of yesterday run cycles in your head,
each day they turn a new page of your history,
recalling one more artifact that you'd forgotten,
but now the memories are too many to control,
for who you see yourself differs not from a dream,
and there is no line between reality and fantasy,
the distinction fades and the soul starts to crumble,
yet you must go on for your heart beats more,
[the voice speaks (angry)]
you know it will never be,
yet you keep searching,
essaying for that which cannot be found,
you are your own tormentor,
don't think it is me.
aware that, each time, you lock, the door,
uncertain, whether, it'll again, be opened,
there is, not a one, to whom, you say goodbye,
as you, are lost, you've always, been alone,
persisting, as a [wandering] face in the crowd,
invisible. yet [seeing and] feeling [just] the same,
reaching out the, images turn to shadows [in your grasp],
once more it is, time to move on
[the voice speaks (hysterical)]
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
are voices swirling in your little head,
do they tell you things you can't bear to hear,
is your world falling apart on you,
[the voice speaks (sympathetic)]
can't come to terms with it can you,
don't you know the devil inside,
is the mind they all adore,
acrimonious as it may sound,
realize that without me, you are nothing.
ha ha ha
I just want to scream,
but there is nobody around that will hear me,
I can't shed even a tear,
for it will land unanswered on the ground below,
I'm slipping...
must not lose grip anymore,
I'm falling...
the torments tear me apart,
I've crashed...
(breathing)
(sigh)
...I let fall my outreached arm,
turn,
and walk away.
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