You've gone so far away,
where no wave can reach.
My body stood where I fit,
but the mind went astray.
Dreams like stars, swaying
in an ocean of nothingness.
Deep-skin scars unveiling
a broken, ill consciousness.
And in this small room I dwell,
waiting, rotting, drying, aging
under the hiss of doom's spell,
in some darkness never fading.
But there's a place of “what if”,
a secret realm the eyes can't see.
An ethereal prison I'll always be,
where I long for you, my bailiff.
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