Dark Ambient Noisescapes #99

Expression as an extraordinary mask, both a confession and a weapon.

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Expression, an extraordinary mask we wear,

A whispered confession, laid subtly bare.

Sharp as a blade, it cuts through trust,

Both shield and dagger, cloaked in dust.

Behind the smile, intentions flare.

Dark Ambient Noisescapes #97

Dark Ambient Noisescapes #96

Buried miles deep in a heap of execution.

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I wish I could experience silence,

I wish I could hum with cold resolution.

The weight of finality presses on me like stone,

Reattachment lingers as a goal, but I'm destined to irrationality,

In a fantasy land, forgotten, alone.

Dark Ambient Noisescapes #95

Dark Ambient Noisescapes #94

Kept a watchful gaze, and saw the fabric of reality shift.

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Threads unraveling slowly, in a cosmic drift,

Darkness glanced where the light dared not sift.

Murmurs of stories long buried, secrets bereft,

In obscurity they linger, the weight of what's left.

In the ever-changing veil, all reason was a rift.

Dark Ambient Noisescapes #93

Futile endeavor, like chasing specters through a tempest.

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Forms dissolve, just when I see them clearly,

The storm howls on, relentless and dreary.

Reality shifts, wavelengths untamed,

Reason collides and coincides, no truth reclaimed.

Embrace the void, where all hope is maimed.

Dark Ambient Noisescapes #92

In the serene stillness of dawn, sweetwater ripples expounded.

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In the stillness of dawn, sweetwater flows,

A ripple expounded, where adventure grows.

A thousand tales it whispers, soft and deep,

Echoes of true lives the world could not keep,

A song of the past, in the current it sleep.

Dark Ambient Noisescapes #91

Then the fright turned to madness.

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A storm in the mind,

Darkness crept closer,

Like threads in the night saying I'm a poser,

Terror ignited, consuming all light.

In the chaos within, no solace to find.

Dark Ambient Noisescapes #90

Perish one way or another.

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It seems, it is, perishable it all

Walking in tangled fates, in fractured overalls

Dreams, nature's way of propagating, a brief sun ray

The end propels us with silent wind,

Whispers warmth of looming death, guiding within

Dark Ambient Noisescapes #89

Downward spiral loop of doom.

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Where resilient roots grow and flowers can't bloom,

Each turn a massive effort, seeing only six feet ahead,

Hope drained to the last drop, replaced by fear of failure,

In the endless dark, you claw for room,

A struggle for light, amidst impending doom.