Vast is the emptiness growing inside, like a black hole sucking me in. A hollow casket buried deep, no ruin to cling onto. A destitute room without the comfort of despair, bleaker than the face of a demon. Dark is the shadowside, weary and cold. A haunted place where hopelessness grows. Out of its own accord the earth runs to dust to dust through my hand. Im lost in a haze, found in perpetual sleep. A near mortal sting, deadlier than a voodoo snake, sings me lullaby. In this deserted place I welcome you... I welcome you. Im lost in a haze, found in perpetual sleep. A near mortal sting sings me lullaby. A vehicle broken and restored by unconditional love, the body is a vessel of Gods glory. As if by a chemical trick, Im sedated with imagery. An elusion of truth and desire. Incidents I cannot recall, drowned in motion circular. A familiar dullness, the wheel of the wasteland.
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