Deep into the mind of an eternal slumber.
The thought of death crosses me.
I struggle to push these armed thoughts away.
Deep into my subconscious mind
Where bad memories has long been forgotten.
Oblivion…The thought of nothingness overwhelms even the best of me.
A life wasted
These thoughts darkened even my shadow
A innocent in my spiraling demise.
I fight
To have but a speck of me etched in time.
Oblivion…A word that shakes every ounce of my hope stained soul.
Forgotten
A word more fierce to me then ten thousand scythed deaths.
Fight I will
Till every word I give wings… bleeds my pen dry.
Fight I will
Till the words I breathe reaches generation to come.
My Speck etched in time.
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