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The Voice

The pain is forgotten when I stare too long
Eyes burn, stomach churns, and still I fall
Inward, into that vast expanse of mind
No sign of land below, just this expansive glow
And still I know, this is home
All alone, my sins atoned, I fall
And still I know, this is home

Stared too long, and hoped too strongly
For the daydream I’m lost in
To one day soften these wicked scars
I lick my wounds, and savor the blood
My landing is soon
And still that voice beckons
Calls me forth to that distant place inside me
To put this madness behind me
Never alone, but often lost
I need only follow that voice
To find my way home

And here I am, gutted and ready to consume
My pain an open door
An open sore, for anyone to see and touch
I sacrifice my life, but it’s not much
I wish only that I had more to give
More time to live
I cry once more for the days that are lost
And try once more to get my message across
Eyes and ears open, I can see through the haze
My gaze passes all around, perpetually amazed
At this vast expanse of mind
These layers of wisdom and thoughts entertwined
Lost in myself, but never alone
I know just where I am, and I know this is home

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