The clock ticks and I sit in the room,
I await no emotion, there's nothing but loneliness - a doom.
The candle crackles and I read no signs.
Only me and the floor. The apathy.
Our framework aligns.
And intertype makes me sick,
And clock just keeps his "tick, tick, tick".
There's nothing in the world that could cure this hole.
I'm fucking empty. And I am whole.
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