Tainted consciousness.

I am consumed by emptiness.

My mind is merely a void of thoughts. A debilitating vacancy. Seemingly wandering throughout the untouched corners of my conflicted soul. I just feel this dead feeling lingering, brewing inside of me.  A feeling beyond comprehension.  Though every atom that i am constructed by has  been contorted by this formidable dolefulness lurking inside of me. Compressing every ventricle in my disfigured marrow. A languid feebleness impressing on my bones. I can’t seem to dispel this hollow pit of despair. 

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