Collapse
Within this Rift of Loss
Where Grief and Shadow Dwell to Slay,
Pulling Light from Deep Inside,
Shifting All colour to Muted Gray.
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Into the chasm of doubt,
Beyond all security or intention,
Whispers mocking amidst the rivers
Of my broken and lost attention.
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Falling, crashing, tumbling,
Endlessly spiraling in empty black,
Echo of Unspoken Promises
Linger and hauntingly call me back.
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Into the thoughtless unknown,
Brave pool of lost inhibition,
Seeking Light,
Subtle, yet Bright,
To Collapse into Transition.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Jessica Allain
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