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Encapsulated in a mind predicament

Where the horrors of the subconcious dare to show

The vacant wetlands of our deepest miscalcullations

Will reveal themselves in the midst of the winter snow

Grasping onto my last memory

To dissipate from the earth

Linger around to steal your breath

But my heart is long gone, buried in the dirt

Strapped onto an iron column

Wrapped in steel chains

Common sense, goes out in the air

What follows is the purest of pains

Denied

By the thought of love

Denied

By acceptance

I grief

In a state of loss

I stand

In the forgotten distance

Dehydrate to death

In the vacant wetlands of my last breath