Concrete meets my fingers as I push and probe my prison walls
My voice grows thin & hoarse but no one hears my calls
I turn to the left and I turn to the right
Bleakness, hopelessness and despair are all within sight
The darkness is closing in, pressing in on all sides
I am drifting away, sinking into the lunar tides
What is this darkness, this prison I speak of?
It is me, in the total absence of love
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