Laughter echos through the halls of his empty mind,
sillouhettes of half-formed, meaningless images cast,
their dark shadow upon his unawakened conciousness.
He bleeds himself dry with every endless waking hour,
trying to feel the clarity of unclouded judgement.
His eyes, wild with untamed, primal fury search,
for the face of his captor, the mask of humanity.
His nails scratch the walls of his feigned prison,
seeking to find a way out of his eternal torment.
Despair kisses him again, taunting him with promises.
A pinpoint of light reflects off his eye, glimers of hope,
reveal themselves as fragile as dew caught on cobweb
As he reaches out with the fingers of his concsiousness,
they disappear, destroyed by winds of hated desolation.
He bows under the weight of his burden, crippled by it.
Waiting, eternal waiting, for the solace of death.
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sillouhettes of half-formed, meaningless images cast,
their dark shadow upon his unawakened conciousness.
He bleeds himself dry with every endless waking hour,
trying to feel the clarity of unclouded judgement.
His eyes, wild with untamed, primal fury search,
for the face of his captor, the mask of humanity.
His nails scratch the walls of his feigned prison,
seeking to find a way out of his eternal torment.
Despair kisses him again, taunting him with promises.
A pinpoint of light reflects off his eye, glimers of hope,
reveal themselves as fragile as dew caught on cobweb
As he reaches out with the fingers of his concsiousness,
they disappear, destroyed by winds of hated desolation.
He bows under the weight of his burden, crippled by it.
Waiting, eternal waiting, for the solace of death.
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