I am dead in my own skin
lost in my own dreams
blurred by my own deeds
I am lost in the mist
I am empty in my soul
My past disconnected
from my future
My present lost direction
I am a shadow of my aspirations
A stupid sunk in own stupidity
drunk with numb visions
I am an empty vessel
seeking An unknown cargo
in the misty clouds
I have lost myself
my grip, my ambition
and my soul
I lost myself
in the dark streets of self discovery
unable to get out
of the hallow pit of distress
I am a dead walking man
A talking ghost with no brains
I am lost
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