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No movement in my sight,

No wind blows.

The landscape is paralysed,

Silver bands hold me.

My wailing echoes

Through the void

Though my mouth is shut

And no one else is there.

My mind repeating

A passage I read.

I whisper to myself:

"Nothing hurts."

The wind is picking up,

Still no movement in the trees.

But my voice fades away.

I sink into darkness.

Never sleeping, dead, I dream

Of faint movement in the soil.

Broken by decay, life unfolds

In a myriad of planes.

My presence rectified

As I plunge into a new

Hallucination, it confounds me.

How can I be?

Skeletal trees, never moving.

No matter how I run,

I stay still. They mock me

For I can't grow wings.

Frozen utterly, amidst this loss

Of my sanity, fighting fear.

Emptiness is all that I have,

It is my own.

My mind repeating

A passage I read.

I whisper to myself:

"Nothing hurts."