I lay
In a bed of thorns
Unable to sleep
Full of stained thoughts
And
Clouded by selfish desires
I lay
In a cold sheet
Unable to dream
Full of hallucinations
And
Clouded by fake realities
I lay
In an empty coffin
Full of morbid desires
And
Clouded by suicidal thoughts.
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suicidal thoughts, empty coffins