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Reaching out to touch my hand is my cold, black inner-self

Captivated by a silence

Penetrated by a lie

With my heart buried beneath the night sky

My eyes swell, and the world watches as they bleed with sadness

No more will this life experience laughter

It's not easy to pretend, when you are nothing perfect

Just another burned-out star falling from Heaven

Can nothing compare to the emptiness I see,

Through ice-cold eyes, I stare dead

Onto the rest of this barren void

I call home...