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nothing, so cold

disconnected from the world

in apathy, in lethargy

memory suppressed

in desperate attempt to

forget the grief

and it's the wisdom's toll

loneliness, abandonment

standing all alone against the world

in vague happiness

the shallow and primitive

sacrifice the gift of intellectuality

sculpted heart of stone

burried in the deepest grave

made of flesh and bones

the tomb of self deceit

evading flames

that ignite the pain

the essence to hate

but yet heart bound

and every breath

feels like inhaling death

and eyes see nothing

and every thought

feels like cudling the razor

and veins bleed nothing

and so I fall

in the depths of loneliness

realizing all the shadows

bringing to death

everything that ever lived

sealing it all in the past

burning bridges

has become a habit

providing sense of odd solace

seeing what's ignored

cursed by wisdom

being cold and so alone

tormented in between

obligation and free will

torn open bleeding

remaining unseen

and thus so cold and nothing

killed for survival

gliding into inevitable damnation

and every breath

feels like inhaling death

and eyes see nothing

and every thought

feels like cudling the razor

and veins bleed nothing