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eclipse of the soul
into the hole
an empty space
thoughts displace
like a broken record in my head
into sickness only red
dreams all that remains
scars and stains
a shade of black
into my back
torn apart
shattered heart
broken bones
rocks and stones
pick up the pieces
until the hurt ceases
drown out the sound
lost but never really found
pieces to the puzzle don't fit
alone I sit
where did it begin
the bliss of sin
breaking further away
it's all the same at the end of the day
tired of being tired
everything that is expired
a bottomless pit to consume all light
and dissipate into the night