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Withered through atrophy

And broken by loss

Every futile attempt

Yields to nothingness

Sucked into a swamp

Of empty novelty

Trapped inside this

restless, anhedonic hull

This apex of existence

A dress of rotting skin

Immured by ageless unrest

Set adrift in endless dark

This apex of existence…

In my own putrid creation

I bathe in the silence of cowards