The clear lines of sanity begin to fade
the fuzzy aftermath becomes all i perceive
find myself fading into the monochrome of reality
this becomes all i have
this becomes all I am
the strict grid controls my life
by its pre-selected decisions i spend time
the clock ticks but time no longer matters
I will not remember any of it.
this is all i have
this is all i am
the emptiness that comes from dull repetition
no longer caring
no longer feeling
no longer seeing
yet still, living
merely a shadow of my former self
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