{"text":"Sleepless nightsSpent looking at the ceilingSearching in those etched patternsFor some sort of adhesiveTo glue together the broken piecesOf a soul crushedBy the weight of the fact thatLife is profoundly sad.","author":"Justin Wetch","tags":["dark","dark-poetry","existentialism","poetry"],"id":37773,"author_id":"Justin+Wetch"}