Its cold and its lonely inside this world,
Even colder and empty inside a shell,
My body is numbing, I fill only my bed
Temporarily before I leave, disconnecting me
From this body, this shell, the world and my head
What everyone now see’ is a living carcass pushing deceit
But in my mind I lay dormant and trapped,
Alone with images, which no one else will ever see
Haunting and eerily silent they race passed,
Dreaming memories of hallucinations of days gone by
Or is each image, a piece of my imaginations art?
Teary now, so lonesome my mind begins to unwind
Teardrops ascend from below me...., as I cry
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