Ghosts
Walking among us
You and me
Me and you.
there , but still and unreachable as ever
Meekly trying to crawl out of the void.
What would getting out of the abyss get us if in the end we will always find peace in the eternal loneliness and silence?
Our third level.
Our darkness.
Draining our soul, leaving us numb.
Yet why does it feel so blissful?
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