My room is a canvas of darkness
it encases my soul in its misery
I breathe air and cough up life
the fuller the cup is, the faster it empties
the glass of life is filled with nightmares
we drink quickly, desperate for an exit,
only to find we're drowning, for the beauty is overwhelming
its the last time you'll ever see it
you drink until you're full of
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