upon this dark and shattered earth I sit amongst my dread.
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there is no hope for such as me as dark thoughts fill my head.
things twist and turn inside my mind I look away instead.
I see as though from far away, I sit amongst the dead.
and something calls to me from far, it looks at me with fear.
I wish this whole damn world away, though it draws ever near.
in some small way I shy from all for all may bring a tear.
and in my still and quiet soul some things are all too clear.
this way I walk is but a path that many may be on.
though some may walk forever just to find the end
and when another path lays near I stubbornly trudge on.
because the road to nowhere is where many folk have gone.