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I take the smoke but
The feel of emptiness stays
I grip my hands tightly
But cannot feel my veins

Cannot feel my hearth
Touching swollen chest
When the fallen spirits come
To stab me and infest

To slow down my blood
To cover me with tears
I can hear them crying
From all different spheres

And as if I was alive
My brain gives off signals
But I'm lying down and
Dark blue are my fingers

On my cold skin grow
Weeds and silver moss
And I'm in a soothing
Indefinite pause