Phantom Pains

Out of limbs

Can you deliver to me?

Little trim

From thee from me

 

Can you deliver to me?

A whole soul

From thee from me

A lightened hole

 

A whole soul

I can’t see

A lightened hole

You shall be

 

I can’t see

In this dark

You shall be

Your own tree bark

 

In this dark

I have none

Your own tree bark

Peeled and done

 

I have none

Look my lover

Peeled and done

You take cover

 

Look my lover

Your conscious is melted

You take cover

And I never felt it

 

I don’t feel anything

You, me, them

I’m lost

In this place

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