The echoes whisper
The static hums
A breath too shallow
Too sharp
Metal presses against skin
Cool
Unyielding
The dream bends
But does not break
The voices rise
Flickering
Shifting
Heat coils in the hollow spaces
Sand scraping
Against bare feet
A weight pressing
Against ribs
Not heavy
Not light
Just there
Just there
The spin of metal
The weight of silence
The knowing
That should not be
The sting of cold air
Dragging
Through lungs
The warmth of something
Too far away
To touch
The sharp scent of ozone
The shadows watch
And watch
Threads unravel
A world remade
In light
Light too bright
Too false
Edges too sharp
Glass against fingertips
Cutting
But not bleeding
The voices scream
Reality frays
The grip tightens
Around a thing
That does not exist
A heartbeat felt
But never heard
Something slipping
Through fingers
Not sand
Not water
Not real
Zsadist waits
Butch steps forward
The line drawn
Unseen
A step taken
But never landed
A fall without gravity
Without end
Without sound
Dreams collide
Fragments remain
And time does not
Answer to laws of men
The glitch repeats
The dream splits
Layer upon layer
Yet still
Nothing holds
Metal burns cold
Not fire
Not ice
Something else
Something forgotten
Something known
The rain never touches
The clocks refuse to turn
The abyss swallows whole
The taste of salt
On lips never touched
Not even the sea
The scent of smoke
With no fire
The pull of something
Deeper than the ground
Cobb counts seconds
Neo reaches for code
But neither find
The way out
There is no out
Only in
Deeper
Further
Until the breath
Is not a breath
Until the voice
Is not a voice
Until the dream
Is not a dream
The voices call
Not from above
Not from below
From within
From beyond
From the place
That does not exist
Where skin does not touch
But burns
Where silence does not hush
But roars
Lucid but lost
Awake but drowning
Dreaming but trapped
A hand outstretched
Not reaching
Not pulling
Just waiting
For a thing
That does not come
The echoes remain
The whispers twist
The abyss laughs
And reality does not
Return
A scream caught
Beneath the ribs
A laugh mistaken
For a cry
The spin does not stop
The world flickers
The code rewrites
The dream breathes
But does not break
The spin continues
Faster
Faster
Faster
And then still
The weight holds
The air is thick
The silence deafening
But the voices
Do not stop
The edges blur
The static rises
The warmth
Never comes
Fragments
Fragments upon fragments
Woven together
Tearing apart
But never gone
Zsadist steps forward
The darkness
Does not move
Butch walks through
The static
The glitch in
The system
The crack in
The mirror
Shattered
And whole
The dream within
A dream within
A dream
Spiraling forward
Backward
Nowhere
Time bends
Space collapses
Memory fails
The stars flicker
Too bright
Too far
Not real
Not real
Not real
The echoes hum
The pulse in the void
Silence screams
Louder than sound
The spin does not stop
The abyss does not end
And still
The voices
Sing
A life lived
In time lost
Yet not yet lived
As time whispers
All is not lost

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