You've found everything,
there's nothing to want or need,
you've got quite a life,
but still something's incomplete.
Inside out,
that clawing feeling,
a nasty blow,
it's left me reeling.
The night's come again,
darkness pervading everywhere,
nothing to hope for,
just a long, lonely stare.
Inner most thoughts,
being hurtled around,
a pitch black phase,
full of silent sound.
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