Hollow like the sun is,
Burning but the flame doesn’t exist,
Shadows of ghosts,
And lights of darkness.
It’s how it feels right now:
Breathless.
The sorrows, the despair,
The room running out of air,
The stars so dark and the moon so bright
With no sun to keep it on.
Loneliness, bitterness.
Senseless.
Cope, adjust, bear it;
You will soon bury them.
Those moments you are having
Will soon vanish:
Worthless as you are in few years.
The finish line isn’t that far;
You’re almost there;
You’re almost dead;
Nothing is worth it, not even now is.
Sooner or later nothing will be left.
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