Nonexistence - Poem by Crimson Haze
I sit in the dark,
My back to the wall,
Thinking of ways to die,
Even if I would and could not do this to myself,
Why can't I think about it?
I feel a strange warmth around me.
The feeling of being safe,
I can not see were you are.
I'm not even sure if you are with me.
Maybe my mind is just messing with me.
I try to reach out,
To touch you.
I feel your warm skin,
On my finger tips.
Then you are gone.
Again I'm alone.
No feeling of being safe.
No feeling of warmth.
Slowly I start to fall,
Back into my never ending hole of,
Breath in the light.
Take in the heat.
Then a cold wind comes and knocks you off your feet.
Into the real world,
where the enemies grow.
Now you'll know your on your own...
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