Dark spots coating
Each layer of skin and bone
Spirits are simply floating
Each one is alone
Separated by masks of glass
Puppet bodies parading across the ceramic tiled floor
Bending to the will of an invisible hand, nothing less
Made of dirty, rotting flesh, nothing more
The story unfolds from false truths and white lies
The ones to complain about the fall were the first to jump
i might continue this later but right now i wanna sleep.
g'nite
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