Static, in the gloom.
Uncanny and indefinite.
Holding me hostage.
Digging into me like a parasite.
I let out a deep sigh.
The obscurity subdues me...
like an ominous thick haze.
Disparity. The abundance of misfortune looping,
ringing in my ears. Taunting the remnants of vitality,
Until I could no longer resist the sweet lull of slumber.
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