It’s oblivion at its best
Floating through the mist of a reality that’s vague
Eyes wide open but with a glance so hollow
If it were all to be so damn easy
How nice it would be to exist without existing
Breathing is a necessity
Feeling is but an inconvenience
Would it all be worth while
Where’s the need
What’s the point
If only the detachment could be permanent
Oh what bliss it would be
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