He watched himself as a living deadTrapped inside a prison of dreadNothing arrives, nothing disappearsDrowned in lunacy, misery and fearIn a vacuum of wasted timeChained to his fate life, is his crimeNobody would care if he diedHe's a ghost desolated from prideRun by a culture of anxietyA person of senseless miseryHis life will slowly ceaseDisappearing with a breezeThe shadow has controlA tiny thread him holdsMiseryMiseryMiseryMiseryNowHaunted by indifference to lifeLooks into the mirror choked by the sightCosmic torture the world is in a blurDrowned in lunacy, misery and fearIn a vacuum of wasted timeChained to his fate life, is his crimeNobody would care if he diedHe's a ghost desolated from prideRun by a culture of anxietyA person of senseless misery
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