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Walking through the shadows

The alleys are so empty

Images of the gallows

The atmosphere feels so deadly

In this otherwise joyful place

It’s now stripped of all its grace

There’s no life left for me to chase

There’s no future left to deface

Every step brings closer to death

How long before my last breath

Omens carried out by the mist

Wonder if I’ll ever be missed

What to feel

Poisoned air

What to think

Kenopsia everywhere

All of this seems so familiar

Think I’ve been here before

Each time I look through the mirror

The deeper I fall

Sad truth I need to embrace

I can finally see

This eerie, grim, forlorn place

It was born within me