Mannequin

[Sixth House]

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Mannequin

Yellow, blue and black,
causing mildewed pieces building contact.
Overthinking, over analyzing,
causing sunder within the mind.

Call it aftermath, it's splitting into two,
connecting the pieces back into you.
Call it aftermath, it's splitting into two,
connecting the pieces as I stare inside you

Orange, purple and white,
causing mildewed pieces lining juxtapose.
Empty silence and full atrophy,
causing no sense of compassion.

Call it aftermath, it's splitting into two,
connecting the pieces back into you.
Call it aftermath, it's splitting into two,
connecting the pieces as I stare inside you.

Through hearing color,
masked sounding vision.
The pieces crumbled,
weaking our communication.

Dangerous and un-approval,
soothsaying and oblivious.
Bringing the pieces back together,
establishing re-directing communication.

Call it aftermath, it's splitting into two,
connecting the pieces back into you.
Call it aftermath, it's splitting into two,
connecting the pieces as I stare inside you.​

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"I am confident that if anyone actually penetrates our facades, even the most perceptive would still be fundamentally unprepared for the truth of The Sixth House."

 

[Ninva]

I liked it.