savagely consumed by this empty space.
I cry pleading to the hollowness of,
these four bleak walls,
but i do not hear, nor see another living soul,
only the reflection of my despairing face.
I question my exsistence,
my tongue coated with the sour,
taste of my own termination.
Thoughts shattered aspirations torn,
deseased with this on going,
feeling of devastation.
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