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this is how emptyness feels

this is how us loners deal

this is how I know I'm real

this is how I eat my meals



with black holes where my eyes should be

dust is what's become of me

bloodrun hills are all i ever see

I'm locked up and I've thrown away the key



sitting alone there is a stillness

walking alone, so helpless

feeling overun by illness

singing along, 'I'm hopeless'



so gone it's like I've died

with a chronic pain in my side

and with darkest pits inside

these are my eyes shut wide



These are my eyes, shut wide.