Get Up…
I Lay there in the Black…
Unable to move
No good will come of it
It Insisted
It Will consume you…
I care not…
For I grow Weary…
He reaches down…
I begin to sink
His constant tugging
What is it…
It Questioned
Move on…
There is nothing left
Done your best
And yet…
Hope… Put Out
I am… Put Out
It comes
Escape…
Upon me
He throws himself…
And we are one
And I am…
Done
DarkJade-
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