| A stark grey world appears before his eyes
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| Like a melancholic whisper fading in the wind
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| Ashen daylight thickens for each painful step
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| To fall asleep just to wake up to a dying world
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| Visions of that vibrant, opulent field
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| Her erstwhile writings, now a distant memory
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| I yearn to fuse with this cold earth
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| I beg to return to a state of worth
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| In oceans of rust and decay I swim
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| On this lurid path I sing my final hymn
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| Sisyphean cycles and sulphurous skies
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| I yearn to die but I am being denied
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| Derelict monuments forgotten by mankind
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| The sky has lost its meaning and lo, the sun is now blind
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| To wander this world-wide cenotaph forever
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| Misery is the only light in this endeavour |