Close to the edge
Of disappearance
Faint features
Still existing
Yet somehow
Drawn towards
The greater absence
Immersed in loss
Of something
Immersed in loss
Of something
That once was
And finally gave way
To the most
Distant darkness
A touch
Of languid depression
A wound of conscience
The slow dissolution of existence
Of disappearance
Faint features
Still existing
Yet somehow
Drawn towards
The greater absence
Immersed in loss
Of something
Immersed in loss
Of something
That once was
And finally gave way
To the most
Distant darkness
A touch
Of languid depression
A wound of conscience
The slow dissolution of existence
( Shape Of Despair )
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