I feel cold as stone,
Alone,
By myself in this life of a desert.

The wind howls
And with time,
It feels like the sun's rays keep
Missing my skin,to warm me up,
To keep me alive.

I scream!I shout!
It's only me that hears the howls of pain,
The sound of end,
The sound of death.

You look through,
I have disappeared
And now, I should do it for real.
Disappear.
Leave with no return in mind.

That's me,that's you.
You must be deaf, because I can hear,
Your screams,your howls,
But you can't hear mine.
I am only to be over looked,
Dismissed.
Looked right through,
That is what you do.

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