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Like a dead man walking in a crowd

Soon to be covered by a shroud

I walk these ethereal plains so dark

These plains where pain leaves its mark

This deathly hollow in which I exist

Death is not the only twist

Suffering is induced bit by bit

I must always walk these plains I cannot sit

And meditate my escape from this place

Tainted by so much aversive and self hate

In this realm my souls annihilated

My spirit is incinerated by self deception

By so much fear that I have learnt always appears

In the quietest and the darkest moments of existence

You soon discover there is a lack of resistance

As you succumb to darkness and walk like a dead man in the crowd

And you seek the undertaker preparing your shroud

You feel enticed and induced into the death realms

You ride with the ferryman at the helm

And disappear into the foggy ether river

Down the river Styx feeling that cold shiver

As the last remnants that keep you normal

Disappear for ever in a deathly realm that is eternal.