Tiffany Rose Moczydlowski (November 28,1996 / Springfield, MA)
My life is shrouded in an eternal night
As the cooling touch of an ever-present darkness
Rouses me from my slumber
The inevitable labyrinth of worries
That is a package deal with every day.
Void of any emotion, any sensation
Except the fatigue of
Towards an unknown target
That saps me of my strength.
Begging to have mercy graced
On my soul
I feel a violent spasm of ice
Encompass my body.
A deliria brought on by
The chilly breath of death
As it envelopes
Every fiber of my being.
I give myself over to
This new wave of darkness.
As an invisible cord connecting body and spirit
Is broken beyond mending.
As I am pulled, further and further downward.
Realizing where I am headed
I struggle, scream, and shout.
My instinctive fear of the unknown
Crashes around me.
Pure terror coursing through my...
Well, where my veins used to be.
But I am helpless.
No fight will save me
From being dragged down into
This new living death I have earned
That's symbolized by the raging fires of Hell.
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