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?

Behind the curtain, a presence waits

In this house a droplet equals catastrophe

Every step costs organs

I hate with all I have

Cradled by instinct dipped in metal

Truth blooms in strange places

Silence slips into veins, eventually

What was sewn into me remembers all

The sky, thin enough to swallow

Starved into apathy

Deficiency, becoming a religion

I’ve met you before in different bodies

Pour me into pools

Lies chewed into shards are not easier to swallow

This visitor doesn’t need a door

Guarding a garden growing woes

The kind of union you flay to flesh and bone

Split my skull with care

My gentlest thoughts, glued together

Who taught you the walls take notes too?

Familiarity, full of insects

Swimming spirits in a glass cage

Peace is just the absence of me

Something walked out of me overnight

Rational to the point of ruin

Draped in what frightens and fails

A soul too tired to stay human

Imprisoned in reflection

Left to hum in the corner

The self, the crowd, and the body between

Where violence waits for morning

A dance too fast for reason to watch

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

Crows on the roof of my mouth, defending their nests

Lizards on the rocks, swimming in my drink

A hunger too polite to scream

Metal on the skin creates red berries

An illness with a consciousness

The ceremony of consumption

A husk with a pulse

It’s not a will to live that keeps me

Spiders with spindly legs whisper in my sink

In the quiet, an unexpected limb

Doorway to the drowned world

An oddity, growing roots in my lungs

The night has teeth and patience

Collect softness, you’re named a thief

Just when I think I’ve drunk all my grief

Deficiency, becoming a religion

Spiders with spindly legs whisper in my sink

Familiarity, full of insects

Lizards on the rocks, swimming in my drink

A soul too tired to stay human

A dance too fast for reason to watch

Who taught you the walls take notes too?

Every step costs organs

Draped in what frightens and fails

Cradled by instinct dipped in metal

The night has teeth and patience

Something walked out of me overnight

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

Swimming spirits in a glass cage

Where violence waits for morning

I’ve met you before in different bodies

An illness with a consciousness

Collect softness, you’re named a thief

A husk with a pulse

What was sewn into me remembers all

Starved into apathy

In the quiet, an unexpected limb

Metal on the skin creates red berries

The sky, thin enough to swallow

Doorway to the drowned world

Lies chewed into shards are not easier to swallow

Left to hum in the corner

Crows on the roof of my mouth, defending their nests

The kind of union you flay to flesh and bone

The ceremony of consumption

My gentlest thoughts, glued together

A hunger too polite to scream

Peace is just the absence of me

Guarding a garden growing woes

In this house a droplet equals catastrophe

Imprisoned in reflection

Just when I think I’ve drunk all my grief

Silence slips into veins, eventually

Rational to the point of ruin

Behind the curtain, a presence waits

The self, the crowd, and the body between

Split my skull with care

Truth blooms in strange places

Pour me into pools

An oddity, growing roots in my lungs

It’s not a will to live that keeps me

I hate with all I have

This visitor doesn’t need a door

Split my skull with care

A soul too tired to stay human

Guarding a garden growing woes

Draped in what frightens and fails

Something walked out of me overnight

Metal on the skin creates red berries

Rational to the point of ruin

Truth blooms in strange places

What was sewn into me remembers all

Peace is just the absence of me

A hunger too polite to scream

Behind the curtain, a presence waits

Pour me into pools

Just when I think I’ve drunk all my grief

Collect softness, you’re named a thief

I’ve met you before in different bodies

A dance too fast for reason to watch

Cradled by instinct dipped in metal

The sky, thin enough to swallow

Starved into apathy

My gentlest thoughts, glued together

Where violence waits for morning

Crows on the roof of my mouth, defending their nests

Left to hum in the corner

Lies chewed into shards are not easier to swallow

Who taught you the walls take notes too?

A husk with a pulse

This visitor doesn’t need a door

An oddity, growing roots in my lungs

Familiarity, full of insects

In the quiet, an unexpected limb

Deficiency, becoming a religion

Spiders with spindly legs whisper in my sink

The kind of union you flay to flesh and bone

It’s not a will to live that keeps me

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

Every step costs organs

Doorway to the drowned world

I hate with all I have

Imprisoned in reflection

An illness with a consciousness

Silence slips into veins, eventually

The night has teeth and patience

The self, the crowd, and the body between

In this house a droplet equals catastrophe

The ceremony of consumption

Lizards on the rocks, swimming in my drink

Swimming spirits in a glass cage