I stand on the edge of the darkness, a hollow abyss that would echo only my footsteps. The catacombs of my mind. Empty , desolate, a waste land beyond waste lands. Nothing ever grew here. I trace the path within my mind, that which was always destined for me , that which will end my suffering.
I strut into the abyss. although I march to death, I will still march. I never let the fear show, never let anyone know just how I was feeling, why stumble before the finish line. But I cannot take the darkness. It slowly over whelms me, attacks my weakness, my entirety , weak to the end.
I fall to the ground, knowing no one is there to see me lose it. Finally I let it go, release my mind from the prisons of sanity, and just for a second, I forget who I am, and I’m happy.
I step back from the darkness, I run back to my body, to return to the physical world. Return to where I have a little control. But this time the darkness follows me, this time the darkness won’t leave, this time I can’t escape, this time there will be forgetting.
The sky turns to a crimson darkness, and the sun sets for me, one last time. I should return “home” they’ll “miss” me. But I never did do what I should have, ever , why stumble before the finish line.
I strut into the abyss. although I march to death, I will still march. I never let the fear show, never let anyone know just how I was feeling, why stumble before the finish line. But I cannot take the darkness. It slowly over whelms me, attacks my weakness, my entirety , weak to the end.
I fall to the ground, knowing no one is there to see me lose it. Finally I let it go, release my mind from the prisons of sanity, and just for a second, I forget who I am, and I’m happy.
I step back from the darkness, I run back to my body, to return to the physical world. Return to where I have a little control. But this time the darkness follows me, this time the darkness won’t leave, this time I can’t escape, this time there will be forgetting.
The sky turns to a crimson darkness, and the sun sets for me, one last time. I should return “home” they’ll “miss” me. But I never did do what I should have, ever , why stumble before the finish line.
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