Mournful Existence

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Amidst Nothingness, the Claw Of Dreadful Tiranny reaches for me, grabbing me by the neck, preventing me from breathing, ripping my skin.
I fall into the arms of Despair.
I see Death coming closer, and I remember those who are already dead, cannot die twice.
But Suddenly;
The Claw lets me go...
And as I now breathe with haste, my lungs get cut, and my nose bleeds.
Diving deeply in Blackness.
Hallucinations are the truth in front of my eyes, getting rid of my mind all at a time.
I have become a numb being, not capable of expressing myself, nor any feelings.
Eternal expression of sorrow stamped in my face, living is an impulse.
Like a Ghoul Wandering through the Streets.
Aimlessly.
Carrying An Empty Chest.
When the mouth opens, only words of bitterness come out.
Not Even the Claw could help me back up now.
For I went too deep.
And When you spend too much time staring at the abyss, it stares back at you...
Paralyzing Everything.

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