Burying my face in my hands,
I sit on my bed,
the springs squeaking as I move.
I pick my head up,
sweat and tearing running down my face.
I look around,
but see only emptiness.
The cold, hard stone of the room
is a barrier to the outside.
As I move up to the walls,
I can feel the freezing air
through the cracks of the rock.
Looking out the shattered window,
I gaze upon the blackness
which is causing the pain in my heart.
But, no! No longer shall I look,
for the suffering is too great.
So I lay on the bed and weep.
So I lay... So I lay.
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