standing in a tunnel of darkness
looking for a way out
with no light it seems endless
but without a pout
I head in one direction
hoping it'll set me free
beginning to feel starvation
consuming and devouring me
walking for hours
the tiredness is deadening
this life that is ours
is so very blinding
will we survive
death is a sanction
that we won't be deprived
even though we fear dying
we'll all come to an end
the only thing is accepting
before we reach that end
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