I feel the cold, harsh wind.
But I'm not outside.
I fell into the Oblivious.
But I'm standing still.
Nothing binds me down,
But I can't move.
The air is earthy and still.
It's pitch black.
Something sprinkles in my face.
Not a word escapes my lips.
I'm so tired.
Everything feels heavy
Suffocating even.
It feels with one sudden move,
everything will end.
All I hear is nothing.
Something is missing.
My heartbeat is missing.
I lace my fingers together.
and I sleep the Deadman's Sleep.
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