I
do not sit alone
In
this greying space
Almost
drowning
In
tears
While
writing
A
long
Melancholic
poem.
I
sit here
Just
Drowning
Letting
Myself
Sink
As
I
Mark
Time
Seconds
Before
My
last breath
Is
snuffed
Out
I
come up for air
You
see it is thinning.
Man...
You
did not tell me
I
was coming up
For
nothing...
There's
nothing left
The
earth packed up and left...
No
Air
This
night
Is
too long
And
man is vain
A
sad hymn
Plays
In
the background
Voices
leap out
Of
the tune
And
vanish
Into
a vacuum
All
is darkened
The
bass stays with me
Awhile...
Deep
Resonating
"Be
still my soul"
he
sings.
The
sprite
In
flight
Hesitates
Then
slips too
Into
blackness
All...is
darkened
Slowly
Blood
gives way
To
death
She
Courses
Through
long days
Hitting
loves
Corrupting
tomorrows
Leaving
a seared trail
Flames
engulf hope!
All...all
is darkened
And
the night
Is
languid
Caught
On
the faint line
Between
fair and foul
i
crawl to the man's side
There...
In
Gethsemane
I
plead
And
he
While
mortals sleep
"If
it be thy will...
Let
this cup pass from me"
Even
there
With
him
Ebony
clouds
Hide
a blood moon
And
All
Is
soot
In
the vale of tears
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