Somber sobriety washes over
Devouring my soul and taking my words
Stealing my smile
Swallowing my demeanor
Rotting my core
Unclear lucidity pines for itself
Needing refuge, finding none
Hopeless dreams of nothing future
Wishing that I had a gun
Somber society washes over
My life is over
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