I see your sorrow and i see your pain,
As you try to be rid of your senses.
Your cheeks blister under heated tears,
Which pour like an everlasting waterfall,
And soak your pillow and empty dreams.
You can no longer struggle out of your bed,
It is too exhausting to move or even to think
So slowly you shut down.
Your world is isolated,
And the only visible passage is the one leading to the gates of hell
Where you pay off sins like a debter does bills.
The air is cold, and the darkness is overwhelming.
Now all you want to do is sleep.
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