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The room is dark now… It’s hard to breathe here
As I feel reality disappear
I close my eyes and become one with my fear…
I am missing
Soulless.. my spirit left a quarter after last week. The last time I saw the sun the first time I embraced the lonesome moments…
Call me a loner
A rolling stoner… Who since the absence of my forever
Been rolling… Coldest as stone
Missing my home
As I illuminate the blackness with brimstone
Inhale… Gone.

Jay G