The mind’s darkness.
Companionship in absentia.
Traveling among oblivion,
Penetrating the murky conflict,
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.