Wake up! Wake up! I say is there anyone even home?!
Your sense of liveliness has vanished and your spirit has enetered the Dead Zone.
Scratch, Scratch my angry pen.
Stab, Stab at my paper again.
Write the words that hurt.
Read the words that kill.
Make you bleed again.
Longer this time still.
Lost, lost as I wander down life's twisted lane.
Panic, panic consumes me and engulfes my spirit again.
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