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deep inside me there is an abyss

made to swallow the world

in search of a reason for me to exist

and as words and ideas are

spinning inside of my head

the mist slowly disappears

and leaves an empty plane

my celebration still is

drawing circles in my head

and my body feels so numb

like i'm already dead

seems like everything i grab

will just slip trough my hands

like the sand that i am

when only despair remains

empty gods and faceless demons

shatter to dust

don't need this ideas

to dream me worthy to live

there is nothing that i can hold on

no image of this world

and i can't even get

a grip on myself

my celebration still is

drawing circles in my head

and my body feels so numb

like i'm already dead

seems like everything i grab

will just slip trough my hands

like the sand that i am

when only despair remains