Their bones were splintered, brittle grey
Haste-made graves, unadorned
Heaping walls of unburied souls
Despite their pleads it did not cease

Glass-eyed nights spent in sleepless dreams
Shouldering the uncertainty of tomorrow
Sinking despairingly inward
Where fractions become all-consuming
Eating away at warmth and empathy
Spell of apathy whose release is distant
Spiraling through a maddening haze
Grasping for an unreachable world

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