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The mist comes down

Its presence is like death

Dripping from my soul

The tears of a world unknown

The days are numbered

A single shard of what once was

Stained with the blood of another

Hollow eyes stare from a distance

Whispering voices

I hear them speaking [of me]

Let them speak

They shall receive nothing

Looking through my soul

The image of my torment

Reflecting on myself

The loss of my elation

I know this is useless

They know nothing of me

Their thoughts are like plagues in the air

I am a cancer, a courier of death

I'll never understand who I am

And where I am going

A reflection in the water

A ripple is all I am