1 min readSep 15, 2022


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My voice, lost,
No one’s hearing me anymore.
My body, a skeleton,
Withering away on my bones.
My mind, made of glass,
It shatters upon your arrival.
I sink under the waves,
Where nobody finds me
In the cradle of the dark blue,
My tears, salt builds up
In my throat, I’ll sing,
The song of nothing.

My life withers away, along with my body. There is no flesh, no meat on my bones anymore, no fat under my skin, no tissue connecting my organs.
I am, but a skeleton, nameless, faceless and tasteless.
Roaming the roads without a home, without a name, without meaning. There is no purpose anymore, nothing to grasp. I have failed to read the stars on the night sky.
They are only dots of light that mean nothing anymore.
If you could see me now you probably wouldn’t recognize me anymore, as I am different. A vessel that rejected its host. Living off grid between existence and non-existence. Lingering in the world of depersonalized dissociation.
In my world, nothing is real, and you don’t exist anymore. I was just a body that you’ve used, because I feel, I have no soul anymore.




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