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vertigo hallway I make my way down tilt-a-whirl dark hallways eyes of persons in paintings following my trek through the dark. and I hear it-- I've gone in search of its source as it sounds in the blackness of dead time and I see no mouth making any noise as I spiral through ennui I reach a threshold disoriented & lost, now, I die with the dark and yet, I still hear them through the snaps and crackles and drafts of a quiet nightly home clearer than a bell, I hear whispers from the dark I'm telling you - almost like a shadow leaning up-close to my ear faintly drawling, in some unutterable alien muffled tongue maddened by noise I continue Determined to source this phenomena I always end in the same room and as a metal gate rolls shut behind I finally realize.
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Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 6:57 PM UTC
Whispers from the Dark
vertigo hallway I make my way down tilt-a-whirl dark hallways eyes of persons in paintings following my trek through the dark. and I hear it-- I've gone in search of its source as it sounds in the blackness of dead time and I see no mouth making any noise as I spiral through ennui I reach a threshold disoriented & lost, now, I die with the dark and yet, I still hear them through the snaps and crackles and drafts of a quiet nightly home clearer than a bell, I hear whispers from the dark I'm telling you - almost like a shadow leaning up-close to my ear faintly drawling, in some unutterable alien muffled tongue maddened by noise I continue Determined to source this phenomena I always end in the same room and as a metal gate rolls shut behind I finally realize.
In the same vein as "Mono" and "Out of the Blue"
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Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 6:57 PM UTC
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