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In episode 208, Psyche explores the concept of shadow work and psychological transformation through a poetic and lyrical piece. The episode delves into the struggle of confronting one's inner demons and the process of letting go of control.
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/// within ∞ The Current
Browse era →I rise but the dawn feels heavy in morning. Shadow brethren whisper old rights of warning. Their grayscale sermons drip from every glowing scream.
A ritual of dread before me. I drift half awake as the dream doors are falling. Losing the wires driving me to the ming. I'm stalling
holding back the midnight bell watching fate crash slow and sprawling these waters pull deep this I swear thin do not touch this bridge again worries calling they dig their pins but I can
lift these shivers running cold as rivers cutting sharper than the in my tongue. I can't stop these shivers crawling down my fingers. Tugging phantom triggers
coming undone. Nowhere left to run.
I resist when the pressure hammers my center. Call it stubborn pride or a blind contender. My comet dreams fire wild through the night. X marks the altar where I dare to
enter. I resist letting go of the scraps of control. A little remains stitched into my soul.
Fast young heart endings bless their to running cold as rivers cutting sharper than the splinters in my tongue. I can't stop these shivers crawling down
my fingers. Tugging phantom triggers coming undone. Nowhere left to run. Frozen between one breath and time.
My shadow mind repeats it rhyme. You're never fall. When you're falling up, why come down smoken?
A cloud of ghost unbroken. Never let it go.
I feel these shivers running cold as rivers cutting sharper than the splinters in my tongue. I can't stop these shivers crawling down my fingers. Plugging phantom triggers
coming undone. Nowhere left to run. Feel the shivers now. Feel the shimmer.
Feel the shimmer now.
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