What Isn't Heard is Seldom Seen

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Viator

[Cult of Pyoo: Pyoo's Oak Tree], Male
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Strange
So these fingers crawl along their keys with energy,
and shadows sit upon the skin.
A kind of derangement sets in
without whispers or sign; a silently benign grip.
Hollow
Does it ever feel to form.
The paradox of substance within emptiness.
Weight in a cavernous breath,
swallowed where no one listens.
Child
In the corner there are creatures made, and forgotten.
Each with a claw at an edge of the eye,
crying wild to dreams; displaced and dismembered.
Unheard by the world.
See
There is no sound for what is behind.
Attached to the treasured misery between it's teeth;
to taste the flesh beneath and beyond.
Decreed in a contract by blood.
Them!
The ever patient eaters of Time.
It will not leave the caves it has claimed;
crawling along the bones where no word may condemn.
And the voice is but a soundless whimper.

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    1. Viator Jul 19, 2019
      not as intended. But art is made to be enjoyed and interpreted uniquely by the individual. So if it makes you happy to make that connection, far be it from me to deny you.
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    2. Nargol Jul 19, 2019
      "The ever patient eaters of Time"
      Is that a Langoliers quote lol
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