Its a maze,
dull and blurry
vision clouded in haze.
The rust, the rut, the ravine,
these gaps are cuts
knived through the heart.
Silent, heavy eyes,
a churning inside,
familiar numbness.
All is but a lack
of innocence,
of courage,
of hope.
All is but a mirage,
Thirsty I'll die one day.
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