Every minute I spend
I grow empty and tired
Pushed farther into the darkness
Like a prison
Every minute I spend
Is like a nightmare
Pushed farther from reality and truth
What truth?
Every minute I spend
Is like a cold night
frozen forever in time and place
Is there time?
Every minute I spend
Is like death
Losing the warmth I once held in my hands
Am I dead?
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