I see it's depth
An abyss of darkness
Drowning in my shadow
As thoughts chew on my consciousness
How low must I fall?
Before the sky disappears,
The sun into a star,
Fading into a black hole,
To return, or be lost,
Patience, a virtue of time,
A ticking clock,
That unsettles my heart
Frustrated, depressed,
Angry, lost
Hopeless, and lonely
Within a lunatic mind
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