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Grotesque images flow in when the lids close, enthralling the shadows that remained within. One, two, three, four, five, six Seven Moons and suns pass by, obscured by a dynamic canvas A chamber building pressure, blurring the view. Twenty, nineteen, eighteen, seventeen Counting down until it all collapses The canvas calls its name in an intricating cadence, echoing the chambers, a recital of ages Pixel, pixel, pixel, pixel, pixel, pixel Pixels Keep me rooted on my seat, an innate adhesive Excite the hollow gates, its luminosity alluring glaringly Sixteen, fifteen, fourteen, thirteen It lingers ever so slightly, writing stories for itself The gates open and a barrage floods the canvas at intervals, concealing the world in Pixel, pixel, pixel, pixel, pixel, pixel Pixels Unified bundles of sparks intertwining its fabric Devious phrases echo through the chambers Twelve, eleven, ten, nine It merely arranges sounds and patterns Frigid words never sounded so sultry when inverted sockets run their currents Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip Drip A drizzle ripples the surface, soothing waves of ripples Transition into a homogenic mass Eight, seven, six, five Embodiment of serenity breeds emptiness Eschew the howling hollow chambers is like vitriol to creativity Four, three, two, one ****** me before the end of time, empty chamber Before invective reasoning clouds your idyll The blackened canvas It bleeds
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Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 4:51 PM UTC
A story before bedtime
Grotesque images flow in when the lids close, enthralling the shadows that remained within. One, two, three, four, five, six Seven Moons and suns pass by, obscured by a dynamic canvas A chamber building pressure, blurring the view. Twenty, nineteen, eighteen, seventeen Counting down until it all collapses The canvas calls its name in an intricating cadence, echoing the chambers, a recital of ages Pixel, pixel, pixel, pixel, pixel, pixel Pixels Keep me rooted on my seat, an innate adhesive Excite the hollow gates, its luminosity alluring glaringly Sixteen, fifteen, fourteen, thirteen It lingers ever so slightly, writing stories for itself The gates open and a barrage floods the canvas at intervals, concealing the world in Pixel, pixel, pixel, pixel, pixel, pixel Pixels Unified bundles of sparks intertwining its fabric Devious phrases echo through the chambers Twelve, eleven, ten, nine It merely arranges sounds and patterns Frigid words never sounded so sultry when inverted sockets run their currents Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip Drip A drizzle ripples the surface, soothing waves of ripples Transition into a homogenic mass Eight, seven, six, five Embodiment of serenity breeds emptiness Eschew the howling hollow chambers is like vitriol to creativity Four, three, two, one ****** me before the end of time, empty chamber Before invective reasoning clouds your idyll The blackened canvas It bleeds
Good night
#sleep
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Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 4:51 PM UTC
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