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Helpless





The walls are closing in.
There is no escape.
Eternally running into Fate,
No windows open for me.

Death shadows my path,
Ever, so softly,
Whispering words,
Of which I cannot comprehend,
Nor of which I desire to.

I see nothing.
Everything is pitch.
Their faces fade into emptiness.
I hear nothing.
No pulse.
The frightened, rhythmic beat fades.

But I can feel everything.
Passion bleeds from my eyes.
A rush of flames follows your fingertips,
Searing my soul.
I am utterly defenseless in this respite.
An essence of lunacy consuming my mind,
I have vanished in a cosmos nameless to me.

I am helpless.

Please tell me what you think

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