A phantom drifts through the planes
Its existence forth and at a fade
A quiet stray in a dark place
Leaves my gaze at a linger
I find myself at some craze
Continuously searching to disdain
An illusion in all this haze
Dark eyes and a quiet stay
Projection onto a blanket of black
A silhouette and a heart pulsation
Brings the darkness to sensation
Unlit abyss and stark places
The unknown has intricacy
This fog shadows
Where heavy grays do display
A phantom has taken its place.
Dead Gone - The Black Keys
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