Imprisoned beneath a glass sheath, i hear the sounds of the sea..
Imagining what could have been, but my memory percieves me...
A woman engulfed in the flow of conscious enebriated winds...
The swirling darkness hovered overhead, mocking my sins..
Struggling to survive in a world that never seems to end...
Will they hear me? I force myself to carry on at full throttle..
If only they knew that the message was clear all along in inside the bottle...

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"QUOD ME NUTRIT, ME DESTRUIT--AUT VINCERE AUT MORI"

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