worn out
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This brain is far from empty,
For my demons lodge here too.
This body's getting heavy.
This soul's ready for the tomb.
My body is a shell.
a husk of what once was,
My mind makes lodge in hell,
Laying like a corpse,
Dawn of a new day,
Familiar sinking feeling,
Feeling full of dread.
Struggling to get up,
Herculean in effort,
The emptyiness is familiar,
Head for the shower.
