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The rear of the hall has been torn away

Its path is steps misplaced

Walking on I've passed the day

Knowing I've been disgraced

A hollow man acts not upon

A purpose or free will

I ask of him where have you gone

In silence he is still



The cool breeze provided here

Comes to rest upon my back

The peripheral no longer clear

Its perspective that I lack

Ghosts now fill my waking vision

I turn to reality in dreams

I must now make my decision

Not an easy one it seems



To walk this earth as haunted

And wondering how or when

I'll die the death I've always wanted

And shuffle the cards again



As those bitter chimes ring

I won't feel a thing