Substance in Thought…

Life maintained, bleak,

angry is the pain.

Darkness walks by my

side, life I cannot abide.

My thoughts find no

comfort I have searched

everywhere.

Silence, graceless,

hopelessness, spent

intent and fright.

Defaced, a wilting world,

nothing sacred, lonely

souls waning whirl.

What lays in the end,

weakening breath, the

door to death I have no

regret.

 

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