The agony runs deep within my veins;
my fingernails bear down against my frozen flesh,
still I feel no pain.
I am at the stage of despair that nothing matters,
nothing feels.
I just roam from one side of this stoney prison to another,
my mind disappearing farther and farther.
I am dead without dying,
alive but no longer living.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 7:19 PM UTC
The agony runs deep within my veins;
my fingernails bear down against my frozen flesh,
still I feel no pain.
I am at the stage of despair that nothing matters,
nothing feels.
I just roam from one side of this stoney prison to another,
my mind disappearing farther and farther.
I am dead without dying,
alive but no longer living.
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