A thousand miles deep we spin;
Gravity, velocity, atrocity, and pain.
Falling to break our bones of sin.
Falling because it keeps us sane.
A thousand miles deep we turn.
Blackness shapes its lovely form.
Angels sing our souls to burn.
Sing me a song, Ghost Man.
Sing to me.
Sing.
A thousand miles deep we die.
In a pit of snakes we're content to lie.
Murmuring secrets to the void.
Sharing ourselves with skeletons.
Entertained for eternity
By a play of sinew and bone.
A man with a violin
Whose strings
Are the nerves in his arm.
Play me a song, Ghost Man.
Play to me.
Play.
I am the boiling man.
Show me your alphabet
Of agony and despair.
-Matt White
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