Hollow and empty
What once was, is no more
The beauty of life and its presence have all vanished into the air
Locked into this pale state
Left helpless, tossed into the void
I have succumb; yielded to the devices of my imperfection
No solace to answer my cries
Twisting and turning
Every corner of these catacombs
Distorts my perception, contorts my heart
Wrenching it into submission
Is life worth living when we've become heartless?
Can purpose be found, and substance reclaimed?
Into the void.
I may never return.
I may never see the light of day again.
Within the void.
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