and now the sound isn't even enough
the witching hour is upon us, and our throats beg for water
our eyes want for light
our skin thirsts for wounds
it's not enough

mother of darkness, set me free from this stifling night
break my body
condemn my sanity
but set me free

I dwell too much and it has cost me my soul
the countless words within my mind sentence me to silence
escape is both inevitable and impossible

the edge is so close now
the wind is blowing

and now the silence isn't even enough

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