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• Artiste: Silent Planet
• Titre: Nervosa
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Look straight through me - look at the nightmare. Our past is but a dream that we’re trying to escape trying to evade to erase ourselves. Look through me and see the advent of our obsessions. Behold, your child, perfection - a rotting shell of atrophy Watching: Crowds like crows, we furiously flock to tragedy; observe the hurt then hasten back to our peaceful, quiet nests of blasphemy Scapegoat: Rather die and know, drag your failing body in tow - witnessing the wake, conflagrate the ready oil at the stake Binging: The culmination of purging what our lusts have borne. We hoarded all the world to find we’d lost any semblance of ourselves. This dying dance I am not my own reflection. I am not myself, I am not myself. No, I am haunted by a non-existent Lover: The spectre, the ghost, the soul-starving host. I am haunted by a non-existent lover I was gifted with the vision, but cursed to be the witness. I’ll be pale to match the walls and warped to trace the beams; flushed to fit across the floor so you can step right over me. Scouring this filthy slate these crooked bones they won’t break straight - cracked and splintered like our house, upended by that first summer squall Fading: so thin, you could snap me into the shape you need - gaunt enough to slide through that wedding dress. Then stitch me to a fraying matrimony embalmed inside a never-ending ceremony. I am not my own reflection. I am not myself, I am not myself. No, I am haunted by a non-existent Lover: The spectre, the ghost, the soul-starving host. I am haunted by a non-existent lover I was gifted with the vision but cursed to be the witness Invisible to me… invisible to me… invisible to me