I see where the lines are leading
I know all I am losing
Slow
Time is taking
A life not worth living
I see where the lines are leading
Empty is this life
A portrait, painted all in white
A conclusion which was written
In words that failed to define
Vanished from my sight
A hope, collapsing fraught with bright
A well of absence
A will withdrawn
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