Numb
numb.
the ecstasy of my sorrows
withdrawn,
I run a little bit further,
down the windy path,
through the forgotten forest
to where I am in solitude.
this agony is sufficient
bleeding dry,
I can see my bones bulge-
and I'm all alone.
But aren't we always?
Alone in our own thoughts
Alone when you fight with the demons
Alone and surrounded by life
The clock stops-
my heart beat is redundant
I'm running out of time
It's a harsh reality,
a severed heart
swallowed by desolation
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