It burns away from inside,
wasting away at this substance I once knew as life.
As days go by, I feel more hollow,
my life flashing before me.
And here stand I, grasping, in futile desperation,
for the experiences I once knew.
Has it been so long since I expressed love,
since I showed another soul compassion?
As the voices fight for control,
I begin to lose myself.
Where did the old me go? When was he consumed?
Will I ever find him again?
I know not of his thoughts,
of his existence, as an entity,
perhaps hidden within me, waiting to be exposed.
Alas, the void within me grows.
I fear the day when nothing remains.
wasting away at this substance I once knew as life.
As days go by, I feel more hollow,
my life flashing before me.
And here stand I, grasping, in futile desperation,
for the experiences I once knew.
Has it been so long since I expressed love,
since I showed another soul compassion?
As the voices fight for control,
I begin to lose myself.
Where did the old me go? When was he consumed?
Will I ever find him again?
I know not of his thoughts,
of his existence, as an entity,
perhaps hidden within me, waiting to be exposed.
Alas, the void within me grows.
I fear the day when nothing remains.
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