Dark Ambient Noisescapes #109

About a mile and a half below the last station.

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The way runs out, then whispers on into the unknown;

The red eye blinks, then goes dark;

The air tastes moldy, salted with old rain;

The map folds inward, a vein returning to dirt;

We wait for a train that knows it won’t return.

Dark Ambient Noisescapes #108

Our breath held taut across a trembling threshold.

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Two hours thinned the air to a glass-boned quiet;

We walked the circle of want until we grew tired;

Beginning arrived softly, as if a door remembered;

A small, bright locus opened in the chest, and embered;

And all our ache aligned; only silence signed.

Dark Ambient Noisescapes #107Hours after the fog lifted, it created itself again.---We counted truths the brief blue window left us;Streets found edges; names returned to their owners;By noon the margins loosened into rumor—It rebuilt itself, woven of moisture and quiet;The day unlearned its face, and so did we.

Dark Ambient Noisescapes #106

In its essence it was purely protective.

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A wall built around a shivering hope;

We named it—wore it—as conviction,

Fragile still, apprenticed hard to armor,

Guarding our wounds so fiercely

They healed in layers of growing security.

Dark Ambient Noisescapes #105

Undertaken, under the stress of desperation.

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Crooked vows we thread through sleepless hours;

Sometimes we let the darkness devour us;

White-knuckled grip—this should have been effortless;

We mortgage dawn for one brief tongue of flame,

And wear the ash as something like resolve.

Dark Ambient Noisescapes #104

With the weight of what was lost, the air hums with the ghosts of what could have been.

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In the quiet aftermath of slaughter, where echoes of chaos fade slowly through time.

The air hums softly, with the cascading removal of future memories.

With the weight of what was lost, new specters intervene.

They thread the gaps and defy the path we walk unseen, yet felt by those gifted with sensitivity.

What could have been lingers—a breath heavier, like rain on the verge of falling, yet never due.

Dark Ambient Noisescapes #103

As raw and unflinching as the facts buried beneath the surface.

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They lie like bones beneath each silent gaze;

Complacency buries truths we dare not face.

No whispered lies can soften stony pride

Of hollow minds that cling to being right,

So light, so bleak, to never have looked where shadows speak.

Dark Ambient Noisescapes #102

What we alluded to as an attack, was an attempt at repulse.

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What we named a blade was but trembling air,

A flawed intent to rend the fragile soul;

Its jagged breath recoiled upon the heart,

Dark runes etched deep, inscribed in dying hope,

And blind despair became our bitter shield.

Dark Ambient Noisescapes #101

In a realm where murk murmurs ineffable verities.

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Lost in obscurities, we weave truths,

We coil when we start to see the light.

Shining on lands we dare not tread,

Secrets echo from voices long dead,

Bound to the void, where their regrets burn the brightest.

Dark Ambient Noisescapes #100

An extravagant tapestry of stars spilled across the sky.

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Threads of light woven where silent galaxies lied,

Beneath the moon’s pale glow, the night never saw such might.

A cosmic feast, where time itself had failed,

The universe, in opulence, stood completely unveiled,

Murmurs of eternity in the starlight complied.