sam archer


I Am Alone

Breathing in tranquility that was not before, a mistaken sense of anguish I could not ignore
Repeating, dying, resurrected in and endless tribute to nothingness
Fond touch, perceived life, cultured becomings of what was tradition
Found in living fairytales a dormant state now entered finding peace in disguise
Of horror, a sheep in wolves clothing, a breath of death for living purposes
No knowing, fleeing out of existence, walking among empty brethren
Light fades in daylight, a silhouette,

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