As we sit in a room, not a word spoken
emotional drips of tears, fade into the cloth
Your intentions are folded and creased with deceitful mutations
Now time passes, and creates a void within your existence
I shall pull every pain and gain within that pulsating gutter of whole
And without further notice and unsuspecting visuals claim your position
As I plant the seed of doubt, and watch it rapidly carousel through your thoughts
Little by little, leaving a trail of membranes of mortality soon to decay...
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