I feel like I'm no more.
Locked away on some far away rocky shore.
Mind a blur, as the words slur.
An empty glass with a empty tune.
Drink up there always another.
Excuses are the game with impossible to beat score.
Where is the sun, in all darkness?
Even vampire s needs to sleep.
But not necessarily dream.
All these fictitious gleams.
I'm so sick of it.
Fighting to slowly die.
Living the repeating lie.
Gods sky has lost its thunder, its wonder.
The sparkle is now gone.
I'm of the belief it never really belonged.
An illusion that shelters the weak.
Giving oxygen to those not willing to breath.
Just forget about their pain, their suffering, put it out of your mind and misery.
They'll be fine or not there is no in between.
A ghost still haunts this forgotten place.
He was me, and I was him as a grave is to the grim.
And now the lights get dim.
One last night with such a terrible fright.
Screams of agony still swelling inside my body.
But now I'm again so numb.
Feeling nothing because there is nothing left to feel.
Deciding it no longer matters what is real.
Somethings no amount of words can heal.
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