The enigma beckons
This darkness that allures
A step of faith, control relinquished
I bought a ticket to give in to the arcane
The storm raids
This light that fades
A wrong move made, threshold breached
I bask in this calignosity to perverse my soul
Pupils dilate savaging a lost glimmer
This frantic search, futility nothing more
The ray of hope
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And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering.
And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die
~Emily Dickenson~
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I actually completed my writing when I was "baby-sitting" your house! :P
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