Apr 2022
as I sit alone,
I am bound by It.
It is empty;
It is fleeting,
yet It is undying.
It has begun to consume me,
not by Its reality
but my own conception.
I am Its slave,
and It is my reaper.
I am bound by It.
It is empty;
It is fleeting,
yet It is undying.
It has begun to consume me,
not by Its reality
but my own conception.
I am Its slave,
and It is my reaper.
