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…Vessel
By SolApathy
https://youtu.be/I2Fy2-kTyCI?t=20
Cascade of dire dreams
No escape from these wounded screams
I bury my face in the palms of dark thoughts
Burdened by memories, wrought
No escape from the pace of the clock
Back and forth in this chair I rock
Timing of the tick of the clock
I rock
Never a moment do I betray
Knowing the smell of decay
Rotted to the core
Still, I sway once more
Muscle memory of horrors long since begotten
My mind, forgotten
I continue to rock to the beat of the past
An empty vessel I am, at last
Cascade of dire dreams
No escape from these wounded screams
I bury my face in the palms of dark thoughts
Burdened by memories, wrought
No escape from the pace of the clock
Back and forth in this chair I rock
Timing of the tick of the clock
I rock
Never a moment do I betray
Knowing the smell of decay
Rotted to the core
Still, I sway once more
Muscle memory of horrors long since begotten
My mind, forgotten
I continue to rock to the beat of the past
An empty vessel I am, at last
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Copyright 2023 SolApathy
Published on Wednesday, March 22, 2023.
Filed under:
"Graphic Art"
Author's Note:
...I don't remember when I started rocking, long forgotten I awaited the grim reaper to come knockingComments on "…Vessel "
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On Wednesday, March 22, 2023, LIFEINVADER
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Memories can sometimes make us feel like a shell of our former selves, escaping is quite hard indeed. Nice choice of accompaniment, too, in the right mind, touches a few very old strings.
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