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Cold wind stirs the debris bringing circulating chills

Into my mind and my heart

Dancing to avoid the sharp spokes of reality

Only brings further despair to an already weary head

Tainted thoughts devour my spirit

Corrupt my soul with venom, unseeing

Invisible hands reaching for my breath

Clasping with invincible strength

Drawing me down to a desolate pit

Without hope, without conviction

Sinking into an abyss of desolation

Author's Note

I haven't worked out a title yet. I just wrote down the feelings and thoughts as they came to me. It's not really finished yet.