This here is an abyss.

Endless, boundless, ruthless.

It wants to claim me,

and you too will be

collected as collateral.

It doesn’t care for your emotions,

while it feeds on mine.

Your journey doesn’t have to end here.

You were whole when I found you.

I was already dead.

I’m sorry you couldn’t free me

from it’s grip.

I was porous and broken,

it may as well had been a strong wind

that blended my ashes with the June rain.

I cry because I don’t know how else

to stop this one inevitable downfall.

You cry because you know you can’t save me.

And trust me,

If there was a way, I would show you.

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