No more sense of self.
Drifted far beyond the point of a tangible reality.
Drifted far beyond a discernible reality.
No time spent in peace.
The closest thing is an attempt to sleep.
A lightless harmony.
A sacrificed life, for love.
A life envisioned through a lens of desire.
Such a narrow disposition,
breeds conflict within.
Conscience and psyche,
Unable to function alone.
The overbearing feeling that something's still wrong.
Constant attempts to escape a stagnant life.
The trivial bond between man and wife.
Never before have you felt so afraid to enter into the pit.
Emptiness is something that you've misunderstood.
Emptiness is what you'll find in the end.
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