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No movement in my sight,
No wind blows.
The landscape is paralysed,
Silver bands hold me.

My wailing echoes
Through the void
Though my mouth is shut
And no one else is there.

My mind repeating
A passage I read.
I whisper to myself:
"Nothing hurts."

The wind is picking up,
Still no movement in the trees.
But my voice fades away.
I sink into darkness.

Never sleeping, dead, I dream
Of faint movement in the soil.
Broken by decay, life unfolds
In a myriad of planes.
My presence rectified
As I plunge into a new
Hallucination, it confounds me.
How can I be?

Skeletal trees, never moving.
No matter how I run,
I stay still. They mock me
For I can't grow wings.

Frozen utterly, amidst this loss
Of my sanity, fighting fear.
Emptiness is all that I have,
It is my own.

My mind repeating
A passage I read.
I whisper to myself:
"Nothing hurts."

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