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Looking into your eyes,

I see you slipping from my grasp,

Reaching out of your hand,

As you fade away from sight,



Left alone in the cold,

I wander this frozen tundra,

In search of meaningless structure,

Dying inside as the void swallows my soul,



Running from these games played in bitter defeat,

Why must it come to my demise,

I've had enough of this torment,

Bleeding for want of actions,



Needing to find release of my inhibitions,

A darken corner of emptiness,

My heart feels at ease,

No harm may come from what you cannot see,



Telling myself this as I lay,

Holding my knees tightly into my bossom,

Rocking slowly as I watch,

Fearing the mediocrity of this world,



Changing us all from what we were meant for,

Slicing the throat of our childhood fantasies,

Closing my eyes, withered and decayed,

Wondering why the world never rests.