Hope decays, no solace to find.
On thorns, I rest, dreams lie shattered,
"wish tonight's my last," says the heart battered.
Silent screams in the void's cruel embrace,
Reason abandoned, leaving no trace.
In agony's theatre, where shadows amass,
Life's extinguished, swallowed by morass.
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