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.
Jump.
Fade.
From all.
