Now that the bleeding is even The ineluctable settles inside To remain inert forever Somewhere something has died Capture echoes of the end In uncommon lucid moments Strain our eyes staring Where there's nothing to be seen Mirthless perspectives Perpetual imbalance Kill-conceived instinct A spiritless battle Doomed to be lost Running fast and fearless Hooked onto our empty shells A profound sensorial burn-out Switched off all remaining reason Blinded numb with shock Somewhere something has died Simply heading towards the day When our suffering will subside
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