A feeling, a feeling
Quite like no other feeling.
Contemplating, covering the ceiling.
Over hearing thoughts slipping, dripping.
Casted out into the vast shadows that even death
Needn't go walking.
The mind tearing itself apart
Jumping and pondering upon many conclusions.
A man of simple normality couldn't even find the right answers,
Because he hadn't the right knowledge.
Go some place,
travel to the land of grey pines that tower over the ghastly people
That walk about whispering and mumbling..
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