It drained
More than
Wanted
No thoughts
Escape
My brain
I see
Yet do
Not think
Stoic
Broken
Dead.
This is
Destiny
How I
Am supposed
To be,
My sad
Life
Bears no
Witness
To ever
Possessing
Intelligence
A barren
Land
Filled with
Waste,
No past
To remember
And nunca
Future
To behold,
Take
Everything
I do not
Have and
Burn it
Till the mass
Turns to ash
And the
Sky
Grows
Gray.
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