The hand that was not there broke my world
The voice with no mouth an echo of insanity
And the first step off a cliff I’d always chased
Edge over the black depths of silent whispers.
There is no road to take me back
I left no trail of crumbs to guide me
Empty is the sight, the fearful mind
Filled with visions carved from nightmare
Streaming from a mouth open to the sky it cannot see.
The whisper I heard in an empty room
Brought me to the place I sought
Surrounded by this new darkness
I stand with no thought of the lurking evil
For it hides in fear of me
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