Here I sit, ah this black chalice

so alone, and silence embracing my

every thought,every emotion.


So sufficating and lonely this crushing

wind capturing my every breath,bathed in

nothingness every lasting misery

ah, such a horrid pain I believe I have become

the pain itself.


My chest getting tighter,

air getting thinner,

my heart beats skipping,

blood forever binding,

ah this sweet yet bitter sensation

what could it be?


The eyes in the oh so elusive shadows begin to beckon

emotions churning,fading,disappearing

what could it be this sweet yet bitter sensation

it captures my very soul, my very essence, my very being

so it is said death is this visitor or a short thirll

ah so sweet yet bitter this sensation.


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