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The cloudy sea forms above my lonely soul,
Nothing I can see apart from the dark as clouds sweep over me,
I move forward not knowing where I tread or where I may end,
As a solem vessel, empty I move hearing and feeling nothing at all,
No heartbeat have I in my breast,
No warmth of nothing in my heart,
I stumble, I tumble, I fall down into the casum of black,
Falling now I feel no rush of wind beneath my weight,
I feel no fear stir deep inside and still there is nothing,
The blood that lays in my body moves not a bit each way.
Still and falling in this never ending way,
Seeing nothing, fearing nothing, feeling nothing,
I am nothing but the blackness in the dark.