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ethos Feb 2014
the shovel burrowed through
on the core of my being.
deeper and deeper i was digging.
from a shallow pit the hole grew.

slow and subtle
something i thought i could handle.
piece after piece
two inches wide at least.

away from the pit
i wandered dearly.
'twas a place i visit rarely.
the lies kept my vision lit.

oh i was aghast
things happened really fast.
to six feet deep
i nearly trip.

but i succumbed in a trance.
a rush of ecstasy.
lost in fantasy
fueled by ignorance.

secrets i long to forget
with an dash of regret
piled and filled the crack
of the trench now pitch black.

my instincts still chose to ignore
the depth of the widening crack
walking down through the wrong track
of deception i learned to adore.

but with a bittersweet dose
my consciousness rose
realizing i was being ****** into an abyss
that used to be a mere crevice.

like a galaxy, my center's a black hole
with a force able to trap light
deteriorating with the passing of night.
deliberately consuming my soul.
ethos Feb 2014
let my words wrap around
in the warmest embrace
caressing not the body
but the soul

let my work be a guide
to those who lost their way
through this maze
we call life

let my voice be music
calm and serene
able to pluck heartstrings

(help me find my purpose)
(help me realize im not
the monster i fear to be)

— The End —