Originally Posted by
Dark Matter
Chameleon coded, blend with surroundings/
Energy's noted, every time a sound rings/
Stored in mental banks ears absorb information/
Walls hear what you think with no warned indication/
Your greatest fear or your worst enemy/
Make a statement clear, and the word’s sent to me/
Observing for centuries, data learned is pent in me/
Til eventually I'm dismembered and a memory/
Grown with age, spirits accumulate/
A past experience that assumes a shape/
And through it states a portion of history/
That's microscopic to the stories equipped to me/
A sheepish betrayal, or death of a lover/
I hone secrets and details that are never uncovered/
Clinging to my confines is the drawn line/
A walls lips never speak what a wall finds/
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