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Why do I feel like everything I have done is just disappointing? Stop talking to yourself.

Conscious: The dead they speak if you listen, They whisper in your ear, You look at them and laugh, But when the lights go out it is them you fear. Those you’ve conquered, Will haunt your mind, From the hooks with their hair they hang, Their skin slowly melts, As their eyes re-open, From the fire they sang. Gather ‘round my little ones, We have a yarn to spin, Stare at the ground, Don’t make a sound, And listen to the whispers within.

Seems a high blunt taste Seems a beautiful waste Such an elegant shade Why is it to fade? Ribs so grey made? Cities blind in chase Pictures greased to phrase   Just as the cloudy air planes that soar above Once playful raindrops, now gloomy love Off painted scapes they shove Colors in history glowed childishly Every tint of earth poured meaningfully Eyes to see beyond what is to be seen Textures and radiance never better then what could have been Pinnacle in the canvas of the wind so lean Glass works sculpted of broken diamonds too keen Else Heaven bend to re-imagine