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Last of Life

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3/25/2019
I close my eyes
looking for darkness
something to ease
my anxious gaze
but instead of darkness
I find pictures, nightmares
which haunt me even more
eyes opened wide
or eyes shut tight
I can't escape
the madness on display
on replay
that which will never
let me rest
until my final breath
is drawn
until my lungs expel
the last of life
setting my soul free
from the chaos
bestowed upon me
for what reason?
I don't know
for what reason?
I don't know

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