my heart lies where my spirit cannot seek
drawn like a moth to flame
twisted dreams of misery and hate
never free to rest
trapped in an avalanche of static
tremble as the ground rumbles
white silence in shades of black
searching grasping tearing struggling
a captive of absolute nothingness
each second an hour, hour a day
eventually time stops
faint consciousness beckoning
angels humming
molten spike through my chest
I take my last breath

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