Septic Dreams

little poem i've had written for a while

Black and white.

Struggle and strife.

Are you short term?

Or for life?

Let your mind wander across the desolation

and ponder your dessimation

Please tell me that was the last the last memory of past Dead space now fills my head

Filling with lead

I knew this would end

I knew I would have to bend

To the point of breaking

Open skies and black clouds

Now surround

I know its near

I know its here

Just let go of my hand

I wont walk you through this treacherous land

Ill go far away into my shell

Go burn,

in your hell.