South of Salem

from South of Salem by Strife Machine

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It is sickening - their outreach
Barbed taloned hands reaching out to grab the helpless
They will never touch me.

My skies are imagined; they are immaculate
All that I craft is for the eyes of the blind;
The ears of the deaf
The tongues of the tasteless
The mouths of mutes.

A pit, a tomb, where no light can enter
Devoid of the industry of hope
Solace is found in isolation
Solace is found in solitude
My world(s) are stricken with a deep, unending famine
Deficient in lifemarrow

I am outstretched into a nothingness, compelled to masquerade as worldly
My dreams are like no other, yet are just as distant
The sun cannot be snuffed, so it yet burns
Biting and stinging its way right down to the nerve
How much of it is there be? You're about to find out
It's always closer than you think.

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from South of Salem, released June 6, 2022

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