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It's the lyrics
not the words
the music
not the chords
the hum
the silent cry
a sacrament for a god
who never replies
Let it crumble
Let it fall
bones whisper dust
from shallow graves
lost to the tides of time
a ghost in the twilight
now we drink poison
to quench our thirst
veiled states
no faith
W e W a i t ~
just hollow names . .
waiting for a tomorrow
that never comes
We live in the past . .
Everything we see
has already happened
Everything seen
has already been
shadows of shadows . .
a flicker
before the screen goes dim
What's left but transition
into another form of presence
To dissolve
to scatter
to restore harmony
in the dreams we still dream
And so we walk
in rhythm and in silence
chaos in our wake . .
half-alive
half-erased
toward nothing
toward everything
toward the end
that was the beginning
carrying the weight
of a world
That Forgot Its Face
© mingoáo
