At a certain point in life, the week seems too long,
To carry on. It is around this point, I broke.
My mind escaped a sweetened state;
My body numbed from feeling.
A simple step-stroll in the park, a lake,
Some reflection over my reflection.
Underneath those frozen waters, I saw only sin.
For 'twas not just a lake: 'twas the bodies within.
Such corpses did yearn for my retrieval,
My joining as their leader. My weary mind,
accepted not the power, a frail life so meagre.
Knees collapsed, I fell, slipping into the hive-mind
Below. I feigned not to be their award winning direct,
But I would be part of the show.
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