It creeps like the bugs in the night
darkness overshadows the light
the brisk of cold dry wind
how it sends a chill
through my heart.
It bares down heavy like bricks
it kicks, hits hard, it feels like raw sticks
baring down into the skin
as cold as that dry wind.
It leaves a shortness of breath
sometimes it feels like I'm close to death.
No warmth, closeness, there is nothing left.
But loneliness.
Loneliness.
It.
                                      Alexander Nevermind

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