With closed eyes,
I enter my own world.
Falling tears turn into dust.
I see the beauty, the lies reflecting upon my living soul.
I cherish this moment of solitude,
My isolation, my happiness, my dreams.
I embrace this yearned moment of rest.
How i have longed for it...
Longed for it...
Seeing myself wither.
After all this time the result is useless,
Compared to nothing.
I see the torment and hate dwelling my existence.
The outcome of failure...
My life, a mental suffocation.
Broken, an outlet of pain...
A redemption nowhere to find.
Nowhere to find...
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