A frozen piece of nothingness
Hard with its death
A Cold bag of ice
A heart full of numbness
Upon an empty tray
Block of marble
Cradle of loneliness and pain
Taste the cup of bitterness
Wish you could go back
To your sense of being alive
But all emotions have died
Weeds and grass
Now hide their grave
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