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Do you feel anything at all?Do you hear steps at the door?It's life-the the dark that binds youDo you reckon the smell of....?Frigthened by your own smellBitternes will run you throughSilent screamingTurning, twisting the alphabetFrantic eyesSplinters of a poemAwaiting the answerHabitual and gullibleFragments of what you used to beRun-down memoirs is all that's leftDo you aim for the shadow?Do you wish to sleep?Do you feel infected?It's the cowardice that puls you underIt's life-the the dark that binds youClose your eyes, as we witness another bullet rideAnd takes you to the end, where it beginsRelease, the world is waiting on your arrivalDo you know about atrocity?Do you that everbody's gone?Do you know that you're on your own?It's life-the the dark that binds you
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