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notes from a dead house
04:47
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hope has fled
and anguish; arrived
we mourn the dead
and bury those still alive
“Fierce and solitary he awaited death, mistrustful and hostile to all”
it hurts, to breathe
when every day I leave
I leave
a part of me
I will
deceive you
this constant agony
when every night you sleep
will you dream of me?
I will
deceive you
every commute
is a funeral procession
every moment
trapped in fear of abjection
I reject
your false sense of
direction
I’ve run the race, so I can fall again
30 years to waste, so I’ll play pretend
cut straight to the
end
in darkness
it all becomes...
clear
hell is here
in the 9 to 5
death by design (death by design)
we disappear
I know that
hell is here
it’s all we know
and all we love
it’s all we hold
it’s all we hold
dear
threatened by abandonment
but no one’s here
so what am I left
with?
where do I begin?
where do I begin?
“May chaos take the world”
and make it cease to
spin
like the eye of burning madness
there’s nothing left to save
when all these walls around me
feel closer
to my grave
don’t you know
that I will
leave you
so take a part of me
and I will
deceive you
no hope, no peace
wake up, wake up
to this
tragedy
I will
deceive you
I will
bleed you
dry
(a part of me)
I will
only leave you...
...a part of me
I will
deceive you
[CH. 73]
"even though there's nothing more I could lose...
even though nothing will come from waiting...
just what have I been so afraid of...?"
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Desolate Corning, New York
m̶a̵y̵ ̸͖̽ỳ̴̢o̵͎̊ų̵̯̔͠ ̴̜͉͒͋n̸͚̻̊̋é̴̩͍̱͌v̴̖͉̗̻͊e̷̢͚̘̖̫͓͚̋̈́̃̿r̴͔̟̜̦̝̗͊̀͗̈́́
ḟ̵̧̠o̸̘̰̐̚r̸̢͙̊g̶̻̍e̷̳͑t̵̠͍͑ ̵̧͇͌̓m̴̲̄ẽ̸̘̳̗
