down below
the sky is grey
the world - black and white
the songs - out of tune
the birds - they hide their song
deep inside
something rises
a dangerous issue
something of death,
dark, despairing essense
others only haunt
this brings torment
and much, much more
the wind is freezing
the rain is stinging
the food is tasteless
the water
everything but refreshing
i can't see anything
i'm blind
torn apart
far from better
closer to insane
i'm in my bane
lost, sad, crying
i might as well be dead
home is not home
happy is not happy
only sad
is still sad
i'm down
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