As I walk through the tunnel

I slowly walk through a vacant wasteland,
all that was beautiful is far from sight,
so I shall walk through this solitary tunnel,
searching for a glimpse of light.

At the sides of the road, everything is dead,
the green grass has turned to litter,
and as I walk by the lonely houses,
the colorful flowers softly wither.

The gentle wind that once stroke my face
has vanished, just like the rest,
my solitary heart starts beating faster;
it wants to escape from my chest.

The beautiful birds have flown away,
no longer will they gently soar,
and I don't even miss that beauty,
for I; I don't feel anymore.

My heart does no longer ache, no,
for the door to it has been shut,
my scars they rest, they don't bleed anymore,
for I don't have the pain to cut.

My eyes are empty, so dark, so dark,
from crying they are no longer sore,
my tears are lonely, they want to rest on my face,
but no longer do I let them pour.

As well as my love, the hurt is gone,
buried forever, no longer to be,
I can't feel anything, anything at all,
I think I'm losing my insanity.

Is this what happens when your suffering ends?
Are your emotions too far from sight?
Until I find the answer, I shall walk through this tunnel,
searching, pleading for a light.

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