Words lay fossilized on the paths of your yesterday’s dreamsCrystallized by the sepulcher of destiny’s redeeming streams
They reappear when you open the hidden closets in your vaults
Whispering when you are hoping they have ridden the impure thoughts
They echo when you are storing your baggage in the cellars
Knowing when you are whoring rages sin dwellers
Nouns use verbs to dance into your wildest nightmares
They take herbs to prance on the manifest software
But when the sun breaks your eyelids combination they still sing
The darkness aches and forbids relaxation until they sting
You look at me the silence cuts the air like a sword
You took the resilience but the stares speak every word
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