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feed listen on youtube or here Let me watch you the way I want let me trace the root of my sickness I might find a hatch door to hate you Let me hear you whisper a cool breeze numbing my consciousness to sleep. You just love the darkness taking over me so I yield to your phantoms for a night truce, resting these weary inflaming bones, = my imagination accepts instances as they come, I saw a surviving homeless metaphor on the sidewalk from the other side, it recalled its survival & stories of faraway females, reflecting on times, carving words carefully. = disappearing into the night, as city spies, as third guests, walking karmas, blank tales of nobody yet, the blessed boys, the wicked girls hyping the ghost party in downtown Eden waiting to be fed. = In a lawless god's land, nothing's changed. the balance was still there you just possessed both sides tipping one over the other, I'm still searching the damp morning hours for a hatch door to disappear so there'll b...