Stillborn Knowledge

from Futility Report by White Ward

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Silent hell within my mind
I'm deep in thought since I was born
Lethargic vigil fills my dreams
I hear echoes of those who mourn

Mirrors are covered with snow-white sheets
Dismal whispers hide in the corners
What are you doing? Is this a game?
Why do you treat me like a goner?

In single file they come to me
Mumble something, rub their eyes
Voices too low, faces too grim
I just can't get what are you trying to tell me

I have stopped dead in the middle of motion
I am the rock in the centre of mountain stream

My stillborn knowledge disinfects your sympathy

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from Futility Report, released May 12, 2017

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