Tyler Claus Biography

Aware enough I am
Knowing it is them that make the noise I hear
See these blankets made from ice.
The buckling of the breaking ice so loud, so sudden
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Death, impenetrable darkness
Abysmal nothingness
With it the ability to feel no pain nor pleasure
Retreat from one's own mind
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I look into the stream, watch fragments of somethings that were once a part of a greater, more elaborate and meaningful something
I see them come, I see them go
They round the corner, so I wonder inside myself
From where did they derive?
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