A mold in citadel
Killing the feedback
Known is my unknown
And lost is my faith
Sèance of null
Sings not
End in relatedness
No end to one
Declared shapeless
And failing to map
The ideal that you are
Plagues my core
Lived experience will not go innocent
Your message is corrupt
And all too plain
Evolution is circling you
Forever in a rut
Death, restart
Where ever is the pull towards nostalgia
All eyes notice
While all of my solace
Will vanish thee
All of this searching have been in vain
A mold in citadel
Killing the feedback
Gone is my love
And lost is my self
Sèance of null
Sings not
End in relatedness
No end to one
Declared shapeless
And failing to map
The ideal that you are
Plagues my core
The time you’ve spun
Is blocking out the sun
Yet the shapes that you bleed
Are still in their infancy
We're all different under the black hole
The son of man
In counterpoint to everything I am
We're all different under the black hole
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