In the hidden chambers of my mind a crying madness swirls,
I am blind but I can see the destructive end of my existence.
misanthropic yet I float through the alleys of the false world,
unveiling the lost truth, I fall deeply into the abyss of nothingness.
Confused & frustrated I think about the meaning of my life,
should I put an end to it or to wait till it decays by itself.
I may surpass every sorrow when I am finally laid to rest,
The cold walls of my graves may comfort me in the end.
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