The Fallen
I have fallen into oblivion.
I think not of climbing out.
I am surrounded by darkness,
Yet it comforts me.
Last I saw the light,
My heart was torn from my chest.
I watched as it was riped in half.
It and I burned until we turned to ash.
So I sank into the inky darkness.
I let it wrap it's lonely arms around me.
I have no fear of a obismal existance,
For at last I am home.
04-02-09
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