Between life and death
Between life and death
Darkness has scattered all across the room
and I can no longer feel daylight from the window.
The coldness is embracing me quietly,
my face is turning pale again,
as if I have just woken up from the dead.
I hear the silence screaming out my name,
like I am my presence
and it's known that I am there only by my scent.
Though I can see and touch and feel,
I keep asking myself if my soul is still real.
Locked up behind these four walls,
it has been my curse
to be forever stuck
and never close enough to death.
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