And so it begins,
Like a wispful waste in the wind.
It begins to tear and grind me down to nothing but a pulp of a mind,
Nothing connected or healed, only beated and untwined.
I begin to sense the depths of my perception become foolish,
With a darkish grin to rule with.
Shaking, trembling with every step I walk,
Yet I know not.
My mind tells me that it's THE END,
The INEVITABLE END.
I can feel it's seductive claws pull me into the abyss. Believing its words.
Darker and darker I begin to reside, I begin to fall like a raindrop on a stormy night.
Only, the sun isn't going to come out nor will the night end, my wills bend.
I can feel a fade become bigger, and seepin in is shadows that surrounds.
Oh my, what a sickening insightful time.
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC
And so it begins,
Like a wispful waste in the wind.
It begins to tear and grind me down to nothing but a pulp of a mind,
Nothing connected or healed, only beated and untwined.
I begin to sense the depths of my perception become foolish,
With a darkish grin to rule with.
Shaking, trembling with every step I walk,
Yet I know not.
My mind tells me that it's THE END,
The INEVITABLE END.
I can feel it's seductive claws pull me into the abyss. Believing its words.
Darker and darker I begin to reside, I begin to fall like a raindrop on a stormy night.
Only, the sun isn't going to come out nor will the night end, my wills bend.
I can feel a fade become bigger, and seepin in is shadows that surrounds.
Oh my, what a sickening insightful time.
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