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Feb 2018 · 1.4k
The Cold Deep
Hazzamataz Feb 2018
Cold, alone, deep blue surrounds.
Wandering in directions unknown.
Moving without purpose, yet urged onward by unseen forces.
Pale white pierces my surroundings.
From an unreachable force, yet it beckons.
Moving with the current, I try to break free,
an easier task said than done.
Ahead lies danger, bane of my existence.
Fear grips and takes hold deep within.
Tears at the essence of my being.
Darkness envelopes.
Ease flows through my body, yet accompanied by sorrow.
Will the purity ever make its way to me once again,
or must I continue onward into the void.
I continue yet again on my journey.

— The End —