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They never wanted your soul in the first place
He stares at cold space, afflicted
struck down by fatigue - he's wasted
twisted upon the confusion he hastened
spinning down the downward spiral caste
what he misses is not what he needed
Room darkened by the vile aura of emptiness
dripping noises are heard a thousand inches
solitary confinement - harbringer of loneliness
he takes it as it is, no regrets on this mess
But even this empty room rejects his presence
