The pseudo death

A little death in my soul

The mysteries of the blackness

Are opening up to me

A sky unfolding

 

Empty

 

So I shiver and moan

Holding up hand

To block out the city glare

But it pours through my fingers

 

Hopeless

 

One cannot simply taste the other side

Without risk

And the darkness I plunge into

Is only shallow

A sleep of necessity

A pseudo death of little levity

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