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Lost—adrift in a whirlpool of fear. I don’t know how to escape this place, This construct, this prison I built with my own hands, Shackles of desolation, taut, dragging me down. If I leap over the edge, chase that golden horizon, If I fall through the mouth of the dark, deeper still Into a chasm of exponential blue— All those love stories were lies, never true. Darling, if I lose you, I lose myself tonight. Hang up your gloves— You gave it one hell of a fight. I can’t stand myself anymore. My mind screaming, Begging, dreaming of dissection— A release, a pressure giving way. My grip on reality starts to sway. I can’t sleep; it worsens day by day. My hands shake. My throat runs dry. Crack me open. Silence the noise. This landscape lies tattered and torn, This garden, this monument— Neglected. Dead.
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Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 11:35 AM UTC
Monument of Noise
Lost—adrift in a whirlpool of fear. I don’t know how to escape this place, This construct, this prison I built with my own hands, Shackles of desolation, taut, dragging me down. If I leap over the edge, chase that golden horizon, If I fall through the mouth of the dark, deeper still Into a chasm of exponential blue— All those love stories were lies, never true. Darling, if I lose you, I lose myself tonight. Hang up your gloves— You gave it one hell of a fight. I can’t stand myself anymore. My mind screaming, Begging, dreaming of dissection— A release, a pressure giving way. My grip on reality starts to sway. I can’t sleep; it worsens day by day. My hands shake. My throat runs dry. Crack me open. Silence the noise. This landscape lies tattered and torn, This garden, this monument— Neglected. Dead.
SilasVale
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Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 11:35 AM UTC
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