Shrouded by the dark mist, I relentlessly search for a way out
My soul has been consumed by an evil being that feeds off of fear, loneliness and hatred
This endless struggle is but a cycle that will undoubtedly consume my existence and will leave the rest of my body for dead
Isolation and pain are two close companions that would always keep to my side
They latch onto the mind and continue to relay such horrible things;
''Worthless waste of life"
"Dependent and useless soul"
It will never stop. I will never stop.
I can't help but pity myself
And yet, I want someone to hold me
Whatever it is, be it the cold wind or the sun's warmth
For once, I needed someone else's light
So as I stare blankly into my own reflection, I am met with a horrendous site
When I look closely, there is absolutely nothing within me
No heart. No soul. No being.
What's left is nothing else but a shadow of a person that has now been lost to the grasps of darkness
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