Hollow echo syphons my soul , Vortextual suction removes the remainder of all joy, clouds darken to dissipate the sparks of glittering hope, I am alone without mechanism to cope
Swirling lines of ecliptacle prism, spinning long player draining colour fast, heavy on thy closing eyes, curtains blacken life from before, memory gone, fading fast.
Deepens the act of thine being here, just a few will do, my thoughts require the peace of never again knowing the reason why the fight must go on, I will not Recognise the face that haunts me.
Sleep comes fast, infinity beckons the finality of the fragile glass, once it came to this place, a gash on my hand, crumble thy ancient suffering bone, for a million years of whitened sand.
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