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I walk with a number above my head,

I run and it follows me, I find it conjoined to me,

I’m spending my days in the shadows,

And my sleep in the slums,

Wrapped in my sorrow, I exclude everyone,

I never intended to make myself so numb,

To all that’s around me,

To all that I’ve known.



I search for food, but there’s nothing here for me to eat,

Nothing I could be bothered to make and consume,

I lie and wait for dreams, but I cannot sleep.

Something inside my mind is in bloom,

A new sickness, a fever,

Am I hallucinating, surely the hours could not be this long,

Yet so short, and mixed up in my head,

Surely there has to be something wrong.



Now I am leaving you, slipping out of my body,

Into every last breath of my soul,

If there’s anything left, I’ve got to hold on,

I cannot wait for its remains to wilt,

Inside the void my head has built.

I’ve got to get out while I still know how,

My fear is here,

My exit is now.