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I hear a hundred voices sing
The music of their wings
Carries me aloft
Viewpoints ever changing
A dizzying vista
Never alone again
Never to feel the sting of abandonment
Blood of the colony
I am the hive
Grey matter apiary
I am the hive
Can't quite put to words
(Can't explain)
This aching need
(It stays with me)
Like an itching frontal lobe
(Cannot turn it off)
The consant drip
(Keeps me awake)
Thoughts and memories
Aspirations yet to be
Scattered like pollen to the wind
When they return to me
The strangeness of a dream
I find myself consumed
A gathering thunder fills my mind
Static jumping synapses
Useless legs twitch and flex
Not quite under control
But no longer just dead weight
Am I becoming so much more
Never alone again
Never to feel the sting of abandonment
Never alone again
Never to feel the sting of abandonment
Blood of the colony
I am the hive
Grey matter apiary
I am the hive
Blood of the colony
I am the hive
Grey matter apiary
I am the hive