Grey spheres pass in front of colourless eyes
A blur of the world, turning with muffled cries
The air is burning, the ground is stale
A blankness state where statues prevail
Wind of cold, the heat of night
Slowly flowing, a soul in pitiful pligt
Ethereal chains bind the spirits of mind
Numbing the senses, a husk left behind
Limbs does not respond, doesn’t move
The broken past, a Future to prove
This empty room, no love and no light
The darkness fills the world with it’s might
The ledge approaches, prepare for the drop
How often I wished I’d just stop
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