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Nothing Left



Nothing is left
All has lost meaning

The world is cold now
The Earth has stopped spinning

Contaminate winds scatter gray ashes
Life has dried and shriveled away

I sit on the rocks
Waiting for nothing
Hoping for the end of eternity
The beginning of innocence

Thinking about all of the lifetimes
Each one of them squandered

There’s nothing to pray for
Death is not an escape

Soon I will conform
To the crumbling chasms

I’ll shrivel away
For nothing is left




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