#moonlitshadows

And they become stained with words that should

                   not sit together.

  The sacrificed pages bleed black as I sink to the bottom of the

                                                                                                    Abyss

The Abyss who nurtured me in its INCLEMENT.

  And your sweet embrace that brought me the essential warmth I could not have but desperately yearned for, begins to fade away as the Abyss lures me into its gentle, unsympathetic arms.

      I fight battles and win

                        But the end of the war is already known

                                             I lose

  The pen is held by a hand shaking, the owner full of fear, of what second it'll be

                     The second that gets to decide

                                  My f

                                         Fall

  Your embrace erases itself from my mind as battles begin to be lost

                    As growing fears chug steroids

                    As seconds seem faster

                    As the Abyss's uncaring caresses become desired comforts

  And then I realize I did not know the end because of mere chance

But that the end had already occurred

                              And the fragments of your memory

                 Cease to hold meaning

                                     And that fervent embrace of yours turns

                                            Apathetic

 The yearning runs away to save itself before I could destroy it

  And all I'm left with is the solitude of my

                                                          Progenitor

Who once again soothes me in rocky arms

  Again I have lost and fall deeper, I do

With chances of returning, not even being in sight.

  The tainted pages remain to remind me over and over why I should not try to escape this