I never will find comfort in this silence
Where my every step is amplified
No voices but stares cracked from eyelids
And ears that do listen whilst their figures hide
How is it possible to be scrutinized by relative ghosts
That may breathe just as I do yet inhabit separate realms
They do not eat as I eat and it is my presence that they fear the most
But still I tread here, in silence, alone with them
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