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as the sun rises,
like a zombie,
trapped in this dream
i watch life pass by

i wandered alone,
fighting all that came in my way,
struggling to make sense of this
war, that does not seem to stop

a shell of what i used to be,
i wear a mask to hide me from
the vultures that prowl all around,
wanting something to chew on

no emotion,
no pain and,
no happiness,
just a haunted emptiness

yelling and screaming,
hiding behind closed doors,
watching life pass by
with my empty eyes

alone i sit,
in the grip of darkness,
as the arms of silence slowly engulf me,
a strange numbess takes over me