A heart beats, again.
Blood rush symphony
prolonging the end.
Daylight resumes
once more.
Tragically miserable,
this festering cycle
of abhorrence.
Dance of life,
of existence.
Soul scrapping by
just to feel
something real.
Deaths resistance.
Sands of time erode
all thoughts,
discontinue my
decision to be.
Now light suffocates.
I crave darkness,
to ingest the
bitter disappointments
of it's subtlety.
Of it's horror.
To be but a slave
to it's mastery.
R