Isolation by Dream Projector

~ Isolation ~

birds on the fly again, finding nesting all that feared
and as the heartbeats divides into whispers out of the night
circle is whole again wake from dead floors and walls they are closing in
painted layers of deadened sight and their shadows dance of moonlight
chain of silence tied around the neck and deepen sound of wings digging up the graves
scratching the paralyzing from above the corners of mind
street lights did they ever lead when isolated by the ghosts that never left
and when last window close out before the entwined eyes lived by

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CIRCLE MANNEQUINS FROM THE ABYSS
PAINTED, NAILED, LAYERED, TAINTED
PARASITES UNDER SKIN

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from creeping silence of flies and from below withering grounds
they slither from the bottom of the pit, enchanting language that's circling through the veins

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they all have stood by
decades into hour
and they all have watched by
below eyes and pale smile

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skies painted with the sound of wings, view from dead floors as they turn into skyscraper
and when last window close out before eyes the long dark lives by

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CIRCLE OF MANNEQUINS FROM THE ABYSS
PAINTED, NAILED, LAYERED, HATRED
ITCHING AS THEY BLEED

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from creeping silence of flies and from below withering grounds
they call from the bottom of the pit, enchanting language scratching hours into decades

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they all just stand by
decades into hour
and they all just watch by
from below eyes and pale smile

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FIN