Locked in my cage, I stare at the emptiness;
this very emptiness possesses my soul - we are one.
The months pass, as do the years, yet as time progresses, it loses all relevance.
I sit here trapped in a recurring nightmare,
never to awaken.
I feed on my own self-pity - I never hunger.
I merely exist, captive in this asylum, biding my time;
my sole gratification, inebriated isolation.
The door to my cage is ajar, as is often the case,
yet it's pointless to leave;
each journey leads me back to this God-forsaken realm of suffering and despair.
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