"in the still of the night / I am touching / a quiet kind of light..."
"phantasm" ends as it should, beautiful and chasing it's tail. Leave it on repeat and it feels like a never ending dream.
-Robb Donker Curtius
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This song is a fever dream.
You remember each creak in the floorboard of this infinite stretch of a hallway. You remember the wallpaper and the way it peels and in which corner. You know where the light dances across the cold wood and where it distorts into new, stranger doors who contents spill into nightmares. Whose shadow cast makes you feel afraid. You close your eyes. Hope to sink somewhere else. But still, the doors. Doors that steal your hope and fill their distended, splintered bellies with your hope of finding the end.
the ever extending hallway, imminent for all time.
The echoes of your former self, quiet.
The phantasm who is always seeking you.
no matter where you go.
and so-
you must run,
as fast as you can.
you never die.
you can never die.
for you are the phantasm.
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