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Lost, trapped inside this morbid state
I try to forget
The reflections of my past dictate my present
I take a step back, further into my own abyss
My barely beating heart, a cracked chrysalis
Beating dreams of death, a bereft life absent

In this, my reality my shell
Rays of light trying to break through the surface
Past zeniths I cried, no empire prevailed
With the depleted dark I lay my caress
Deep inside this martyr lie dead
Spawning demons from in my head
Is my nothingness also my eternal hell?