This mystery

Cups of coffee, losing sleep
Seems the only thing to keep
Is the sanity, which seeps into the bewildered vanity
Creeping into my tears
What was found is ‘lost’, a realm of confused black
Ghosting persona, diminishing willpower
Until all is wholly absorbed
To subtle worlds of unreality
This mystery
Traipsing effortlessly through diversity
Incredulous, indifferent, me
Offered all, but nothing at all
Unlike anything conceivable
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