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A fickle hope, the only air I breathe

On a tight rope, my balance slipping

My heart is like a burned out coal

I am on my last spark, fighting all the cold

Please give me more

Please reignite my soul

I’m withered and my mood is sinking

The glow I had is overshadowed

My hollow smile shows lack of faith

My finger nails grow,

I try scratch away my fears

Only to tear my skin to redness

Even when I bleed my blood seems cold

I feel no pain, because this pain is worthless

My beard is like a thorny bush

And even it does hide the sorrow on my face

I haven’t brushed my hair, it bothers me

But not enough to distract me from my sadness

I lay in bed as if it is my grave

No will to move

The sound of chirping birds no long tingling my passion

No light to give a taste of color in my sight

No tears are flowing, for even they have dried

I’m simply, nearly empty

With last breath of hope

I’m suffocating slowly