I would like to slip softly, kindly, into the abyss..
That sweet nothingness, which cradles all in darkness.
I wish to become part of it,
Letting that cold emptiness entwine itself, into my thoughts, smothering them into decay.
I seek to see no trace left, of this mortality I hold.
To let it drift away on oceans of black, eventually sinking sweetly beneath the tectonic plates.
Erased.
Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 5:36 PM UTC
I would like to slip softly, kindly, into the abyss..
That sweet nothingness, which cradles all in darkness.
I wish to become part of it,
Letting that cold emptiness entwine itself, into my thoughts, smothering them into decay.
I seek to see no trace left, of this mortality I hold.
To let it drift away on oceans of black, eventually sinking sweetly beneath the tectonic plates.
Erased.
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