Darkness closes in.
It threatens to consume me.
I lust for the end,
for my addiction to entomb me.
My voice has become my friend.
Can my higher power exhume me?
Darkness speaks into my ear.
It's voice not what I expect.
Tells me I have nothing to fear. Nothingness is what comes next.
A concept tempting to hear,
so tired of being vexed.
I have no control,
nothing to extol,
I don't want to know...
What could of....
What would of....
If only....
If not for the old me....
So I accept fate. What is, is.
©eternally
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