The Infinite Sob / These, My Tears
There is a very distinct sound that carries across Oblivion - infinite and cold. Black sound it echoes through time's everything, for how long, who knows....? But none the less, it pierces the ears; torturous to my minds eye as it plays on in repetitions that last a million years. Shredding my insides with unfathomable emptiness, it's sickness forever there. I gaze upon it for a name...a label I can give this deity which drowns me in such pain. I stare through the parting of my hair at my loves most unspeakable fears....the sadness that comes along for the ride is an eternal rainfall. These, my tears.
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