Searing pain,

The mind’s darkness.

Companionship in absentia.

Traveling among oblivion,

Penetrating the murky conflict,

Of consciousness.

A path becomes clear,

Parting the dying forest.

A voice in the wind, guiding

Towards a doomed destiny.

A precipice of eternal destruction,

encountered, downward, calling out.

No reply, not even the echoes of discouragement,

Erasure, the only remaining hope,

Splattering and dripping,

Beckoning and enticing.



From all.


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