As the stars
                    throw their ghastly
                    light
                    upon our souls
                    We wander through
                    landscapes
                    of freezing darkness.
                    Our bodies twitch
                    when touched
                    by branches
                    long dead
                    in the cold.
                    The trees
                    bend
                    as if a heavy
                    weight lay
                    upon them.
                    What can be done
                    when life has
                    fled
                    and only despair
                    remains?
                    When only death
                    lives among us
                    and our inner
                    beings seek shelter
                    in madness.
                    Pointless lives
                    never getting anywhere,
                    anything.
                    See the weakness
                    within
                    before it is too late.

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