Still vast desert of being Roaming and crawling through this empty field Last autumn for somnambulist to drown Aimless and forgotten, restrained and aching Thoughts echo in parade of unforgiveness The invisible dead march in solemn torment Painful mirage strikes through your blinded eyes Cranny for your disease All you failed to achieve Lungs are bleeding black Nightmares are coming back Awake from your illusions of hope Mistaking for your surroundings in black empty space You have not sensed the world for ages You have not ever been present in this harsh reality You painted your world to invisible cloath with grey and black You have been the last drop of water in this now broken glass
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