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Feb 2016
The peeling walls of my mind feel like
their closing in on my sanity..
Deep shadows of the farthest corners of my
periphery, warning me of pending doom..
At once a sense of calm begins to overtake my
being, as if the eternal tranquility of death was
already embracing me..
Then, marching to the failing beat of my heart,
faint footsteps came to a halt..
The war was over, the battle lost, and I surrendering
my soul to the demons inside of me..
Sitting lonely in my dark room, no thoughts of the future.
Written by
John Leroy Maxwell
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