The talkative ones – Lee Lydeen

Lee Lydeen

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Here we have the ones who speak in cryptic messages.
I have named them based on the phrases they repeat the most.
Click one to take a closer look.
Can you find meaning in their mutterings?

Here we have the ones who speak in cryptic messages. I have named them based on the phrases they repeat the most.
Tap one to take a closer look.
Can you find meaning in their mutterings?

Here we have the ones who speak in cryptic messages.
I have named them based on the phrases they repeat the most.
Tap one to take a closer look.
Can you find meaning in their mutterings?

Something walked out of me overnight

The ceremony of consumption

Familiarity, full of insects

In the quiet, an unexpected limb

Who taught you the walls take notes too?

Draped in what frightens and fails

Rational to the point of ruin

Cradled by instinct dipped in metal

It’s a cruel thing, to be loved only in dreams

The kind of union you flay to flesh and bone

It’s not a will to live that keeps me

Split my skull with care

Truth blooms in strange places

Left to hum in the corner

An oddity, growing roots in my lungs

Crows on the roof of my mouth, defending their nests

My gentlest thoughts, glued together

Lizards on the rocks, swimming in my drink

Metal on the skin creates red berries

A husk with a pulse

Imprisoned in reflection

The night has teeth and patience

In this house a droplet equals catastrophe

Lies chewed into shards are not easier to swallow

Every step costs organs

The sky, thin enough to swallow

This visitor doesn’t need a door

Behind the curtain, a presence waits

A dance too fast for reason to watch

Peace is just the absence of me

Doorway to the drowned world

Pour me into pools

Deficiency, becoming a religion

A soul too tired to stay human

I hate with all I have

An illness with a consciousness

Where violence waits for morning

Spiders with spindly legs whisper in my sink

The self, the crowd, and the body between

Just when I think I’ve drunk all my grief

What was sewn into me remembers all

A hunger too polite to scream

Silence slips into veins, eventually

I’ve met you before in different bodies

Starved into apathy

Swimming spirits in a glass cage

Guarding a garden growing woes

Collect softness, you’re named a thief

The sky, thin enough to swallow

Imprisoned in reflection

It’s not a will to live that keeps me

Peace is just the absence of me

A hunger too polite to scream

Collect softness, you’re named a thief

A dance too fast for reason to watch

Guarding a garden growing woes

Crows on the roof of my mouth, defending their nests

Something walked out of me overnight

Doorway to the drowned world

Draped in what frightens and fails

Spiders with spindly legs whisper in my sink

An illness with a consciousness

Left to hum in the corner

In this house a droplet equals catastrophe

The kind of union you flay to flesh and bone

I hate with all I have

An oddity, growing roots in my lungs

Cradled by instinct dipped in metal

Every step costs organs

Metal on the skin creates red berries

Where violence waits for morning

A soul too tired to stay human

This visitor doesn’t need a door

What was sewn into me remembers all

Rational to the point of ruin

Lizards on the rocks, swimming in my drink

In the quiet, an unexpected limb

Just when I think I’ve drunk all my grief

The ceremony of consumption

Truth blooms in strange places

Starved into apathy

Pour me into pools

Lies chewed into shards are not easier to swallow

The night has teeth and patience

It’s a cruel thing, to be loved only in dreams

I’ve met you before in different bodies

The self, the crowd, and the body between

Deficiency, becoming a religion

Who taught you the walls take notes too?

Silence slips into veins, eventually

Swimming spirits in a glass cage

My gentlest thoughts, glued together

Familiarity, full of insects

Split my skull with care

A husk with a pulse

Behind the curtain, a presence waits

Something walked out of me overnight

Just when I think I’ve drunk all my grief

The ceremony of consumption

Guarding a garden growing woes

Doorway to the drowned world

What was sewn into me remembers all

Who taught you the walls take notes too?

Deficiency, becoming a religion

Familiarity, full of insects

An oddity, growing roots in my lungs

Swimming spirits in a glass cage

Imprisoned in reflection

The self, the crowd, and the body between

Behind the curtain, a presence waits

This visitor doesn’t need a door

It’s not a will to live that keeps me

Pour me into pools

The kind of union you flay to flesh and bone

Starved into apathy

A soul too tired to stay human

My gentlest thoughts, glued together

A dance too fast for reason to watch

Lies chewed into shards are not easier to swallow

Metal on the skin creates red berries

A husk with a pulse

Left to hum in the corner

The sky, thin enough to swallow

Lizards on the rocks, swimming in my drink

Crows on the roof of my mouth, defending their nests

Cradled by instinct dipped in metal

In the quiet, an unexpected limb

Draped in what frightens and fails

In this house a droplet equals catastrophe

Silence slips into veins, eventually

Where violence waits for morning

I hate with all I have

Truth blooms in strange places

Every step costs organs

An illness with a consciousness

Collect softness, you’re named a thief

Peace is just the absence of me

Spiders with spindly legs whisper in my sink

Split my skull with care

Rational to the point of ruin

I’ve met you before in different bodies

A hunger too polite to scream

It’s a cruel thing, to be loved only in dreams

The night has teeth and patience