Isolation
What are these four walls around me?
Why does the air feel so heavy?
I need some room.
I think this is going to be my tomb.
Nothing moves.
Theres pain in my every groove.
Looking at the ceiling
Everything starts spinning.
I feel the silence creeping up on me.
Everything feels so funny.
Now there is no pain.
I think I'm going insane.
Nothing is alive.
My heart needs to be revived.
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