The wind is bitter,
My teeth are chattering,
And like broken glass,
My mind is shattering.
Confusion grips me,
In a deadly sick hold,
Gnawing at my bones,
Till they themselves are cold,
My mind is weak,
From endless decisions,
Sick of liveless, meaningless visions,
I'm losing everything,
That ever meant anything,
And no-one says anything,
Even when I say something,
SCREAM something,
Am I not a human being?
There’s no light at the end of the tunnel,
Darkness is all I'm seeing.
Simplicity is what I'm missing.
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