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Trapped inside these four walls
Crushed by the weight of nothingness
Driven mad by the deafening silence
At rope's end

Normalcy a distant memory
Can't recall contentedness
A world of gray drained of hues
Monochromatic shades of pallor

Will time mend these unseen wounds?
No spells and enchantments to absolve this black stain

Pharmacopoeia my new religion
Increase the tithings but the prayers aren't listened
To exalt a new god from this perverse pantheon
Of illness and suffering

There is no science
There is no method
Eternal guesswork
To assuage the distress

Perpetual dusk to endure the dark night
Of the soul, cries for help unheard

A future that will never be
A past best forgotten
A present of uncertainty
At rope's end

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