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Walking through a pruple, barrin desert
The blood never to flow again
Nothing but invisible doors
The pulsing heart ceasing to function
Every one open with residual pain
The nerves no longer carry a charge
No one can help with my skeletons
The eyes still, fixated on the beyond
Seeing all my faults before me
The mind not processing anymore waves
Knowing there's nothing I can do
The need for life not desired
Left here in my own emptiness
The will to go on is never more

Copyright ©2003 Eric E Ellison