the wind travels
from a dimension
a realm
where the kids are faceless
hopping on a swinging rusty iron
shadow passing by the casement
haunting photographs colorless
torn pages scattered on the asphalt

buried thoughts
underneath a nonexistence
never to be found
alone in the spaceless

we’re walking down a dark path
hoping for a beacon
following a thread from the past
the whispers sinister
from behind
from above
from everywhere in the dark
surrounding us
as we find ourselves back at one

like a snake eating its own tail
in this theater of twisted fates

where are we?
who are we?
where are we meant to go?


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