Deep into the mind of an eternal slumber
The thought of death crosses me
I struggle to push these armed thoughts away
Deep into my subconscious mind
Where bad memories has long been forgotten
Oblivion
The thought of nothingness overwhelms even the best of me
A life wasted
These thoughts darkened even my shadow
A innocent in my spiraling demise
I fight
To have but a speck of me etched in time
Oblivion
A word that shakes every ounce of my hope stained soul
Forgotten
A word more fierce to me then ten thousand scythed deaths
Fight I will
Till every word I give wings
bleeds my pen dry
Fight I will
Till the words I breathe reaches generation to come.
This will be...
My Speck etched in time.