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I'm lost.

So lost.

It feels so cold.
So cold.

It hurts.
So much.

Is this how dying alone in silence feels?

The very same silence.
In which i seek solace and find comfort in.

Returns to torment me instead.

In a flash.
So many things.

Which i thought i have left behind.
Totally forgotten.

Return to haunt me.
Like vengeful spirits.

What next?

Running out of options and ideas.
Turning into a dead end.

No longer can i cross myself with silver.
For i have no more left to bleed.

No longer can i think.
For i am no longer sane.

I can only rest.
And wait.

To see and wonder.
What will happen next.

In this never ending battle of sanity and wits.