My eyes are open
yet I do not see.
No one has a clue.
What is to become of me?
I can't eat or sleep
I can hardly hold a breath
Following in line like sheep
On and on and on 'til death
Afterwards they all fall down
In a pile with no place to go.
All is silent, not a sound
I have nobody, and nothing to show
So open up Hades gates;
no pearlies or clouds for me.
You might be a fallen saint,
but this is one toll that has no fee.
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