Dark and cold
Wet and deep
Obsessive thinking
Instead of sleep
Falling slowly
Wracked with guilt
Paper temples
So poorly built
Disenchanted
Scarcely there
Impending sadness
Nerves laid bare
Sputtering light
A will worn thin
The failed revolt
Comes crashing in
Desperate bells are tolling
The keening will not abate
Assistance from above
May come a moment too late
Standing at the edge
The vastness loudly calls
Feeding the oblivion
As sanity silently falls
Quick turn
Face the strange
Take the exit
Make a change
Precipice
Almost there
One last push
Nothing’s fair
One last gasp
Dream destroyed
Heed the call
Of the void
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